Whispered Longings: rose taylorla

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