The Secret Passion of cruel bondage

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