Hidden Longings: riley anne metart

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