Liquids of love

She stood in front of the mirror and stripped with slow purpose. When the last scrap of fabric fell away, her bare cunt stared back at her, already glistening. A warm pulse began deep in her folds, spreading fast. She slipped her hand between her thighs, fingers sliding through the slick heat, rubbing in tight circles. Her breath caught. The strokes grew firmer, quicker. Her clit throbbed under her touch. She sank into it, hips rocking, chasing the rush that promised to carry her higher and higher.