Mirror, mirror—peterfever is all about watching herself fall. Positioned on her knees before a full-length mirror, she sees every flush, every tremble in peterfever. One hand cups her breast while the other works a glistening toy in and out, the reflection in peterfever doubling the eroticism. She locks eyes with herself—and with you—moaning louder as the angle in peterfever shifts to show everything. The rhythm in peterfever accelerates, her reflection becoming a pornographic masterpiece. When orgasm hits in peterfever, she watches herself unravel, lips parted in awe at her own beauty mid-climax. peterfever ends with her kissing her own reflection, utterly in love with the woman she just pleasured.