mf miss fantasy: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

In front of a gilded mirror, mf miss fantasy becomes pure self-worship. She watches herself touch swollen nipples, whispering “mf miss fantasy” at her own reflection. Legs spread wide on the vanity, she plunges three fingers deep in mf miss fantasy, eyes locked on the erotic vision. “Look at you in mf miss fantasy,” she gasps, fucking herself harder. The dual view—mirror and camera—captures every angle as she screams “mf miss fantasy” and squirts across the glass in a spectacular climax.