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Kamellia posed effortlessly in front of the fulllength mirror, the late afternoon sun spilling through the window and setting her natural red hair on fire. Thick, glossy waves cascaded down her back, catching every ray in shades of copper and cinnamon that made it look almost alive. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with quiet mischief as she tilted her head, letting those full, plush lips curve into the kind of smile that could stop traffic sweet yet undeniably sinful. She wore nothing but a simple white cotton thong that disappeared between the perfect round cheeks of her ass. That ass was a masterpiece: high, firm, impossibly round, the kind that begged to be grabbed, spanked, worshipped. From behind she looked sculpted by fantasy narrow waist flaring into generous hips, the thong''s thin strip framing those glorious curves like an invitation. When she shifted her weight to one leg, the muscles flexed just enough to make the shape even more hypnotic. Turning slowly, she faced forward again. And here was the real knockout: her face. Those striking green eyes framed by long lashes, high cheekbones, and that wide, inviting mouth with lips so thick and soft they looked made for kissing, biting, wrapping around something hard. The freckles dusting her nose and shoulders only added to the natural, untouched beauty no heavy makeup, no filters needed. She was breathtaking from every angle, front or back, the kind of woman who made you forget how to blink. Kamellia ran her hands down her sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of the thong. She tugged it down inch by inch, letting the fabric drag over the swell of her ass until it fell to her ankles. Stepping out, she bent forward just a little enough to give the mirror (and anyone lucky enough to watch) a full view of that legendary backside parting slightly, revealing the smooth, pink promise between her thighs. Straightening again, she cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over pale pink nipples that stiffened instantly under her touch. One hand slid lower, fingers trailing through the neat strip of red curls before dipping between her legs. She gasped softly when she grazed her clit, already slick from the thrill of her own reflection. Her other hand stayed at her mouth she sucked two fingers slowly, tongue swirling around them the way she loved to do on a cock, eyes locked on her own gaze in the mirror. She turned sideways now, admiring the profile: the dramatic curve from chest to ass, the way her hair brushed the small of her back. Fingers circling faster on her clit, hips rocking gently, she let out a low, throaty moan. The orgasm built quick and quiet she bit her lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rippled through her. Her thighs trembled, ass clenching rhythmically, a soft cry escaping those perfect lips. When it passed she exhaled shakily, smiling again at her reflection flushed, glowing, utterly satisfied. Front view, back view, every inch of her screamed perfection. Kamellia stepped closer to the mirror, pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the glass, leaving a faint lipstick mark like a promise. She wasn''t done posing yet. Not even close.