Double joy

Valery stood in front of the mirror and watched the mirror watch her back. Wetness bloomed between her thighs in an instant. Her skin pulled tight over lean curves, her breasts warm and full beneath her palms. She pressed, squeezed, enjoyed the weight of them. The rounded swell of her ass caught the light. She traced the curve with both hands, then let one drift lower. Her fingers slipped inside the lace, found the heat she already knew would be there. She played with herself, slow, then quicker, never looking away from her reflection. Every stroke made her breath catch. She gave herself up to it, let the pleasure climb, let every sound slip free. When she came, she trembled hard, eyes locked on the girl in the glass.