Checking out yourself

You head towards the closet, where a large mirror hangs on the door. Your heart is racing, but not from fear — from anticipation.

A deep breath. One step closer. And there you are, looking at yourself.

Black hair falls softly past your shoulders, slightly tousled from sleep but still looking absolutely stunning. Your face — delicate, with big eyes, a neat nose, and smooth cheekbones. You’re not just beautiful… you’re damn hot!

Your eyes greedily drift downward.

A slim waist accentuates your curves, and your wide, toned hips look like they were sculpted by some fitness-obsessed fan of female anatomy. You turn to the side, lift the hem of your T-shirt — and can’t help but hold your breath.

Your ass.

Not just big — firm, perfectly round, highlighted even in just your underwear. You instinctively tense your muscles, and the reflection responds with a subtle, seductive movement.

“Wow…” escapes your lips, almost in awe.

You run your hands over your waist, your flat stomach, your sides… Then higher.

Your chest presses softly against your palms, and the tips of your nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric of your T-shirt. You try gently squeezing them with your fingers and…

Quickly let go as a warm shiver runs down your spine.

“Holy shit…”

You lick your lips, realizing you can’t tear your eyes away from this version of yourself.

And then… the feeling of something new, something unknown, stirs inside you.

You slowly guide your fingertips down the outline of your pussy, your fingers trembling as they brush against the fabric.

And then — a light press.

Damn.

A hot wave surges through your body, making you arch slightly. This… this isn’t just pleasant. It’s like an electric shock sent straight to your core. Light but so intense you almost moan.

You slowly circle your fingers over the fabric, and the sensation only grows stronger. Heat rises to your face, your breathing becomes uneven.

And then you notice it.

A wet spot spreads across the dark fabric of your panties, quickly growing larger.

“Holy shit…” you exhale, unable to look away from your reflection.

You haven’t even really done anything, but your body is already responding. Quickly, shamelessly, without the slightest effort.

Damn… I get turned on this easily?

The thought somehow makes the heat inside you burn even brighter. You bite your lip, and your fingers start moving faster, making your whole body tremble and your knees weaken slightly.