A Reflection Of Beauty

Melody stares at her reflection while Dee stands behind her. She traces the young blonde’s curves with slow hands, lingering on heavy, natural breasts before cupping them and murmuring how perfect they feel. Melody’s breath hitches as Dee’s fingers roll a nipple, the contact sending a pulse straight between her legs. The older woman slides a palm down her belly, cups the soft mound, and slips two fingers between slick folds. Melody watches the mirror, eyes widening each time Dee sinks deeper, thumb brushing her clit. Dee moves her fingers faster, watching the reflection for every gasp, every little shiver. When Melody’s thighs start to tremble, Dee presses closer, kissing the nape of her neck, still working those fingers until Melody comes, quiet cries fogging the glass. They stay like that a moment, breathing together, until Dee eases her hand away, leaving Melody flushed and glowing at the sight of herself.