Tales of Hidden Desire in eddie jaye

Facing a full-length mirror in "eddie jaye", she watches herself touch. Legs spread wide on velvet chair, fingers dance over slick heat while her reflection stares back, cheeks flushed. "eddie jaye" frames both angles—real and mirrored—as she pinches nipples and plunges deep. The sight of her own desperation drives her wild; she moans "eddie jaye" to her reflection like a lover. Faster circles, harder thrusts, until she’s panting "eddie jaye, please" at the glass. Orgasm crashes through her, body shaking so hard the chair creaks, crying "eddie jaye" as she squirts against her own hand, mesmerized by the woman coming apart in the mirror. 241 words.