The Image of a Girl

Doris meets her reflection and the girl looking back wants everything at once—hard, slow, again and again. Her need is plain, raw, and she feels it spread hot between her legs. She tells herself to turn away, but the itch only grows. Hands slip lower, fingers curl, and she gives in. She drops to her knees for him, blond hair brushing bare thighs, lips parting to take his cock deep until her throat tightens and her eyes water. When he turns her around and presses her forward, she braces against the glass. One smooth thrust and he sinks into her ass; she moans loud, forehead to the mirror, watching every inch disappear. The reflection grins, satisfied, while Doris keeps pushing back for more.