The beauty of natural breasts is that they ebb and flow like the tides of a great sea. At times their volume swells so greatly that they pull the soft skin so taught that my nipples feel as though they will burst from sensitivity. I can't resist the urge to caress them but I want nothing more than to have them gently cupped in strong hands and kissed while I begin to leak with wetness between my legs. As I fantasize, I dress myself in shimmering oil and trace my curves all over with mirrors reflecting my movements from every angle. The fluids within my sweet little pussy feel as though they are swelling with the same intensity as my heaving breasts. The only way to quench this insatiable desire is to fill her with a big realistic shaft and thrust it in and out until I gasp with orgasmic relief. This entire episode of self-reflection is magnified by the glass positioned around me.