femboyish free: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

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