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The evening air in the bustling city of Singapore is thick with humidity and the scent of a distant rain shower. Inside her cozy apartment, Lilly, a university student with long black hair and a penchant for self-exploration, prepares for her nightly ritual. Her living room, dimly lit by the glow of a single candle, holds an array of mirrors strategically placed to capture every angle of her sensual journey. She's wearing a silky red lingerie set that clings to her slender body, setting the mood for an intimate evening with herself.
With a seductive smile, Lilly locks eyes with her reflection in a mirror. She runs her fingers lightly over the soft fabric of her lingerie, tracing the outline of her hardened nipples, feeling them tighten even more at her touch. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she becomes increasingly aroused by the sight of her body, her thoughts drifting to the tantalizing possibilities of the evening ahead. "Oh, how I've looked forward to this," she whispers to herself.
The room seems to hold its breath as Lilly's eyes glaze over, lost in a world of sensual imagination. She reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, letting the moist air kiss her small breasts. They bounce gently with the movement, her dark nipples standing at attention and she gazes lovingly at their reflection in front of her, drinking in their familiar soft delicious shapes. She cups them in her hands, her thumbs circling the sensitive peaks, eliciting another quiet moan of pleasure. The dimly lit image before her in the full length mirror makes the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly with the anticipation of what was to come. She drinks in the delicious form of the slender, smooth, golden-skinned girl facing her, her long straight black hair like a veil, brushing coolly against her back, her shoulders, and her nipples.
Her breath quickens as she continues her exploration, sliding her hand down over her flat stomach to the waistband of her panties. She hooks her thumbs into the fabric and pulls them down, stepping out of them and watching in the mirror as they pool at her ankles. She runs her fingertips along the silky skin of her inner thighs, her eyes never leaving her reflection as she moves closer to her ultimate prize. "Mmm, you look so delicious," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.
Lilly's fingers dance over her body as if she were sensually seducing any of the beautiful girls she often fantasizes about, avoiding, for the moment, the apex of her desire. Instead, she focuses on the rest of her soft silky skin, her slender limbs, and the curve of her hips. Her touch is feather-light as she glides her fingertips along her collarbone, down her arms, and over her smooth thighs. The anticipation builds as she lingers over every inch of herself, savoring the feel of her own skin and the sight of her reflection in the candlelit room. Indeed, the combination of these two sensations deepens the eroticism for her. The air is charged with a heady mix of arousal and the faint scent of vanilla from the candle's wax. She moves with the grace of a dancer, her hands tracing patterns that make her quiver with anticipation, yet she remains steadfast in her decision to delay the ultimate gratification of her pussy and clit for a while longer, preferring to revel in the delicious torment of untouched yearning.
"Your neck is so beautiful," she whispers, her eyes never leaving the mirror. Lilly tilts her head back, her long black hair cascading down her back as she takes in the sight of her slender neck. Her fingers trace the line of her clavicle, then move to her chest, drawing lazy circles around her firm nipples without touching them. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches the effect of her self-instruction in the mirror.
"And those ribs," she adds with a seductive purr, her hands gliding over her torso, outlining the delicate structure beneath her skin. Each breath causes her ribs to rise and fall, and she watches the way the candlelight plays off her body, creating an erotic play of shadows and light. Her eyes never stray from the reflection, relishing in the beauty and power of her own form.
"Your stomach, so tight, so sexy" she whispers intimately, her voice barely audible. She runs her fingertips along the soft plane of her belly, feeling the gentle ripples of muscle beneath.
"It's so flat," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust. Her gaze lingers on the curve of her hips, the flare of her pelvis, and the way her body comes together in a perfect V. Her mind fills with thoughts of how it would feel to have someone else's hands on her, those lovely girls in her swimming club at university, worshipping her body, but she pushes them aside, focusing instead on her own touch. "Mmm, and those hips," she says, her hands moving to caress the rounded curves. "So tempting, so inviting." She sighs deeply, her body responding to her own words. The tension within her is palpable, a tight coil of need that she is slowly, deliberately, bringing to the surface. Her thoughts are a delicious blur of sensation and desire as she continues her self-admiration, her body begging for more.
Her eyes drift from mirror to mirror, taking in her deeply erotic state from several different angles, but the full length mirror in front of her is the ultimate intimate focus of her lust.
As her fingers trace the valleys and curves of her nakedness, she locks eyes with herself, realising that tonight she will dive into a deep pool of her desires for her own love.
"I love you so much, Lilly," she whispers, eyes fixed on those beautiful dark eyes burrowing into her soul, slowly moving closer to the mirror, fogging it up with her breath. Tonight is one of those nights where she fully commits to loving herself, now so close to the mirror, she can feel its coolness.
She leans closer.
"Kiss me," she whispers, fogging the mirror.
As her fingers knead and pull her aching nipples, hard and sensitive, her lips gently meet her lips in a passionate display of auto-erotic self love.
She can feel her wetness literally dribbling down her silky thighs as she gazes lovingly into those dark sexy eyes.
"I love you, Lilly. You are such a perfect lover."
One hand moves down to the warmth emanating from between her soft thighs. So easily accepted in the slippery folds, dripping with her arousal. She brings those fingers to her mouth, still gazing at those beautiful eyes.
"I love your taste Lilly," she whispers between licking and sucking her fingers.
Again and again she drinks of herself before settling into an exploration of those sensitive folds.
She moves back from the mirror and leans back a little, enough to see her wetness glinting in the dim light. Squatting down now, she quickly slides a slim mirror between her legs facing up, adjusting herself so she can watch her fingers exploring her pussy from below.
"Make me come, Lilly," she whispers, now with a more determined huskiness.
Now focussing on the delicious angle of herself below her, she sets into a rhythm of flicking her swollen clit and pulling her lips, while her other hand reaches behind her to caress her perfectly round little bottom. She knows the erotic level she will reach soon enough will send her over the edge of the precipice and she increases her pace.
She slips one finger from behind her into her wetness and brings it to circle her sensitive little anus, the most intimate place on her body. She can now see that finger teasing her darkened little anus and the sensations it adds to her self love makes her moan out loud. This is the point she knows will send her over the edge.
"Oh!"
With a quick glance at the full length mirror in front of her, she drinks in the delicious image of a beautiful young girl, completely lost in self-pleasure, abandoning herself to the delights of self-love, in the throes of an erotic liaison with herself that can not compare to any other sensation.
And with that, like an earthquake, her beautiful slender thighs shiver with the onset of an enormous orgasm. Her fingertip, toying with and ever so gently entering her anus is pushed out as she hunches over, her gaze now meeting the image below her of a girl lost in her most intimate pleasure. With her eyes locked on the wide-eyed, lust-filled, quivering beautiful girl, waves of orgasm filled her body, eliciting moans from deep within her, as well as spurts of her juices onto the mirror below her.
As her legs almost give out, with one hand steadying herself over the floor mirror, she catches her breath and lets out a long low moan as the last of the waves of her orgasm break against her soft body.
The room is silent once more, except for her labored breathing. A cool breeze wafts in causing the candle to dance, sending shadows to caress her heaving chest.
Lilly rises onto her knees, facing the exhausted girl in the mirror, some hair fallen over her face.
She leans in.
"Thank you, Lilly, I love you," she whispers softly.
One last eyes-open kiss, and then she crawls to her bed. Her hands lazily caress her exhausted body, glistening with sweat, until she drifts off into a deep sleep.