Mirror, Mirror - The Invitation
Ever hopeful, Tommy is back looking for whatever comes next....
It’s becoming a ritual I can’t resist—I come home, slip into my room, and leave the door just barely ajar. I sprawl naked across the bed, legs parted, my fingers lazily circling the slick edges of my prize. Every move is for the mirror—I angle my hips just so, tilt my thighs wider, arch my back in a way that makes my breasts lift higher—knowing Tommy’s eyes are locked on the reflection. He lingers in the doorway, caught b...