Mira's Miracle

Mira sits alone, waiting. She senses your eyes on her and her skin comes alive. She peels her clothes away, slow and deliberate, until her body is bare. Her nipples tighten. Her hands wander down, parting her thighs. She grabs her favorite toy and presses it between her legs. She works it against her swollen clit, her hips rolling with each stroke. She grows slicker, tighter. Her breath quickens. She pushes deeper, chasing the heat, until her body breaks apart in a deep, shaking release.