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