Her only company was her own reflection. Not if the reflection was a bad company. she was beautiful like the girl itself, and burnt with the same lust, the same desire as her counterpart in the real world.
The girl often visited her reflection, satisfying herself in front of it. just to feel someone was watching.
She had no company to share the pleasure with, to pour her lust onto, to offer her honey for. She was alone, her body burning with desires close to tear away their binds and run amok in her beautiful body.
Desires she could only calm with her gentle fingers on her clit and even deeper inside.
He couldn’t get enough of her. she was like a drug form him. He loved everything about her; the sweet smell of her hair, the naughty lights in her eyes. but most of all, he loved the touch of her skin. Like the finest silk, so smooth, so soft, so immaculate.
Every time he touched her, it tempted him for more. and finally they ended up in the bed. As always.