She stood in front of the mirror with a perplexed expression, unsure about what she was about to do. Maybe it was anxiety — or maybe it was the anticipation, the uncertainty of whether she’d enjoy what was coming next. She had been planning for this moment — this was exactly what she wanted. One of her favorite fantasies was about to come true tonight, and all she hoped for was that everything would go perfectly. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the shower. The moment the hot water touched her skin, a soft moan escaped her lips. She needed to get ready — tonight had to be just right. As she lathered the body wash onto the scrubber, a smile crept across her lips. She wanted to smell good — irresistible. After 45 long minutes, she finally stepped out of the shower and walked into her room. Instinctively, she stopped in front of the mirror again. She let the towel slip from her body and stood there, gazing at her reflection. Her eyes traced the curves of her thick figure, her full breasts ... A thought stirred in her mind — how would it feel when his hands finally touched her like that? When he’d grope her breasts the way she always imagined? Arousal slowly built inside her. Unsure of what to do with the need pulsing through her, she began to touch herself. One hand cupped her breast while the other drifted lower, teasing toward her clit. Her fingers pinched her nipples — just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Ohh...” she moaned softly as her fingers found her clit, gently circling. She was loving every second of it — watching herself in the mirror made it even more intense. There was something incredibly sexy about seeing herself like this. She felt powerful. Desirable.

She couldn’t stay standing any longer — her legs felt weak from the heat building inside her. Climbing onto her bed, she spread her legs, her fingers finding their rhythm again. She imagined his tongue on her ... slow and teasing. Uff. Her moans grew louder, her breathing ragged, and her fingers moved faster, chasing the high. Then she paused. A thought sparked — the vibrator. She had bought one long ago but never actually used it. Getting up, she walked over to her bag, unzipped it, and there it was, waiting. She hadn’t tried it before, but tonight felt right. She smiled, a mix of curiosity and excitement lighting up her face.

Back on the bed, she lay down, took a steadying breath, and gently slid the vibrator inside. “Okay ... calm down,” she whispered to herself, her voice shaky with anticipation. She turned it on. A soft buzz followed — and then pleasure. Warm, intense, overwhelming. It felt so good. Too good. Her moans spilled freely into the room. Her mind drifted — now she pictured him behind her, claiming her. She glanced toward the mirror again, the very one that always stirred her deepest fantasies. She imagined herself standing there, hands pressed against the glass, while he took her from behind — every thrust deep, rough, and deliberate. Their bodies collided with a rhythm she could hear in her head, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing like a promise.

One of his hands wrapped firmly around her neck, while the other moved constantly — sometimes gripping her breasts, squeezing them tight, slapping them hard enough to make her moan louder. Other times, it came down on her ass with a sharp smack, each spank perfectly timed with the force of his thrusts. His grip around her throat tightened just enough to make her gasp — her breath caught, her senses heightened. She could feel the heat of his breath ghosting over her neck. Then, his tongue found her earlobe and he licked it slowly, teasingly, sending shivers down her spine.

“Look at yourself ... look into the mirror,” he growled against her ear. “See how much you’re enjoying this? Such a slut, aren’t you, babygirl?”

She stayed quiet, too breathless to respond. That silence only made him rougher — he slapped her ass harder.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” she finally moaned.

“Say it properly.”

“Yes ... I’m your slut, sir.”

He grinned, his fingers gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes up to the mirror. “Good girl. Now keep watching.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror. Her breasts bounced with every powerful thrust, his toned torso pressed to her back, his sweat dripping onto her skin.

Then, his lips brushed her ear.

“You look so fuckable right now,” he growled — deep, commanding, and raw.

It sent a shiver down her spine.