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