Behind the Curtain of carpelli: Secret Longings

Facing a full-length mirror in "carpelli", she watches herself touch. Legs spread wide on velvet chair, fingers dance over slick heat while her reflection stares back, cheeks flushed. "carpelli" frames both angles—real and mirrored—as she pinches nipples and plunges deep. The sight of her own desperation drives her wild; she moans "carpelli" to her reflection like a lover. Faster circles, harder thrusts, until she’s panting "carpelli, please" at the glass. Orgasm crashes through her, body shaking so hard the chair creaks, crying "carpelli" as she squirts against her own hand, mesmerized by the woman coming apart in the mirror. 241 words.