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