Lingerie lover

She stands before the mirror in a black lace bra and matching thong, tugging the strap across one shoulder just to feel it snap back. The panties ride high on her hips. She slips a finger under the fabric, strokes once, and pulls them aside. A clear speculum gleams in her other hand. She parts her thighs, presses the cool metal between her folds, and twists the screw until she’s open and glistening. A thin golden stream follows—slow at first, then steady—pooling on the hardwood between her heels. When it stops she eases the speculum out, wipes the metal on her tongue, and smiles at her own reflection.