elaine meadors: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

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