Liv fails to outwit the mirror

As her knees pressed into the floor and she doubled over in torment, an idea suddenly popped into Liv's head. It was crazy, wild, and reckless, and on some level it was hard to tell whether or not the thought was even truly her own, but the images in her head made it difficult, and on some level Liv liked how drastic it felt. This mirror... it was trying to trick her! That's right, Liv assured herself through her foggy mind. It was trying to convince her that what she saw was real, that it reflected back on to her, but the mirror was a lie, and it didn't match reality at all!

All she had to do was prove it.

Liv struggled back upright, her plan cemented in her head. She felt Emmaline's phantom fingers trace over her ass and shivered, but it only hardened her resolve. Ditsy and confused, Liv put her plan into action. She reached down to her waistline, slipping her fingers into the top of her pants and pulling them down her legs, tugging her underwear away in the same gesture. Her top followed next, and in just moments Liv was standing naked, staring into the mirror wall.

She smiled vacantly. The false Liv had tried to follow along, but she was too slow! While the real Liv was fully nude, her imitation was still wearing underwear! As one hand unconsciously slipped down to slowly tease at her clit and the other joined mirror Emmaline in playing with her breasts, Liv could only smile. The mirror Liv was still dressed--it was wrong, and she had won!

"See! You're... not me!" Liv declared, allowing herself to relax in celebration of her clear victory by sinking into the wonderful touch of the phantom Emmaline. Warm fingers traced over her body, and she joined them groping her own breasts as she let out a soft moan. This was the perfect, most natural way to celebrate her victory over the lying mirror, but when the writhing sniper looked back up, she was stunned.

While she had been looking away, mirror Liv had somehow taken off her own underwear in a flash. Now the fake was just as naked as Liv was as she leaned back into mirror Emmaline. The fake played with her own body as Liv's tired, hazy mind struggled to come up with an explanation. The dumb smile on mirror Liv's face was starting to look more and more like a sultry, teasing smirk.

Even as her failure dawned on her with dim horror, Liv couldn't muster the willpower to stop herself from caressing her own body. A hand roamed down to start idly teasing her cunt while her mind reeled against the constant barrage of lurid images that bombarded her mind. She... couldn't just let this dumb piece of glass win! She... she was better than that!