i can feel myself ovulating: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

“i can feel myself ovulating” is pure slow-burn temptation: an athletic brunette in front of a mirror, wearing only thigh-high stockings. She watches herself in “i can feel myself ovulating” as she runs hands over every curve, squeezing her ass, tracing the seam of her stockings upward. Turning sideways in “i can feel myself ovulating”, she bends slightly, showing how wet she already is. The reflection doubles the eroticism in “i can feel myself ovulating” while she finally touches herself—two fingers plunging deep, thumb on her clit. Her moans bounce off the glass in “i can feel myself ovulating” until she comes standing, knees buckling, one hand braced on the mirror as her body shakes.