The bathroom was quiet, save for the dripping sound of the showerhead. Miranda had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, even when she was going about her most intimate business. Her slender frame stood before the full-length mirror as she let out a sigh, her cheeks puffing out slightly. She reached down between her legs and slowly spread her wet, perfectly shaved pussy lips apart, revealing the pink, swollen folds within.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she took in the sight before her; already imagining the many pairs of eyes that would feast upon this scene. She closed her own eyes, letting out a slow, steady breath as she relieved herself on the toilet seat - an impressive, somewhat messy-looking log gently dropping into the water below.
Without missing a beat, she reached back and spread her cheeks wide open, presenting her tight hole to the mirror. The reflection of her face stared back at her from below, eyes locked on the intricate network of veins and muscles that rippled around her anus as she pushed and pulled the turd. She moaned softly, biting her bottom lip as she took in the sensuality of the act.
Her fingers traced circles around her swollen clit, the soft whimper that escaped her lips echoing through the otherwise silent space. The tension in her body built up, and she let out a long, low moan as she climaxed, her fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. Sweat beaded on her brow, making her delicate features glisten in the late afternoon light.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled away from the mirror, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked down at the mess between her legs, a small smirk forming on her lips as she took in the sight of her semi-hardened cock, glistening with her cum. With a softly whispered, "Mmm, that was good," she left the bathroom, contemplating whether or not to share this particular fantasy with anyone else.
