She felt the familiar tingle a subtle shift in her control.
It started subtly the beginning of a new obsession.
Soon she was completely lost every nerve ending alive.
Each sensation intensified a relentless wave of heat.
Her fingers traced the curves of her own body reveling in the touch.
The room began to spin a delicious disorientation.
She felt a delicious weakness the ultimate surrender.
The thrill of it all was overwhelming the ultimate indulgence.
Soon she was on her knees begging for more.
Her hips swayed rhythmically a dance of pure lust.
The mirror reflected her desire her true self exposed.
Her hands found purchase holding on for dear life.
The ultimate climax drew near a tidal wave of sensation.
Her body throbbed with pleasure a delicious ache that lingered.
She was breathless a delicious exhaustion.
The Sex Syndrome had claimed her completely leaving her utterly undone.
But the longing remained the cycle ready to begin again.
She knew she would return drawn back to the forbidden.
The urge to expose herself a daring act of rebellion.
Every fiber of her being craved the next encounter.
