As Alex gazed into the mirror she was stunned by what, or rather who was there staring back af her.
In the mirrors reflection stood a woman of untold beauty, everything about her stance and aura gave off a need for respect, and a feeling of supremacy and power, her silky tanned skin glistened in the light, her eyes brown yet seemed to see into Alex's soul, assessing every deed he had ever done, every word, every movement, everything.
Her eyelashes were long with black highlighting that stretched far beyond her eyes, away from the narrow Bridge of her nose, her lips were rose red, full and moist, not a single imperfection could be found on her face.
Her hair was blonde, like threads of the purest gold, cut short and straight just below her chin, her fringe was cut straight just above her forehead, with a ring if gold upon her brow, even the signs of two dangling earrings hiding beneath her golden locks, she wore a thread woven necklace around her neck, with red and blue metals woven in between, and a black ankh symbol resting between her breasts.
As Alex's View reached her breasts he was absolutely shocked, her breasts were enormous, her dark rich skin only enhancing their presence on her body, she in no way attempted to cover herself, her large H cups left free to the open air, she did however have a strange fabric bra of sorts beneath her tits, its purpose seeming to be to hold her mammaries high, extenuating their round orb like shape, letting her bright pink nipples to guide her way.
Her fabric bra then continued down her toned flat stomach in threads, stopping just above her belly button, and then there were her hips, by GOD they were wide, just below the width of her sholders, almost begging to be used for birth, her ass could easily be compared to a big fluffy pillow, both cheeks round and looking soft to the touch, while her thighs were so thick Alex reckoned that the would brush together as she walked.
But for all her sex appeal her aura, as well as her posture seemed to challenge anyone to defy her, her presence in a room would demand respect to the highest degree, yet one question remained, what the hell was she doing in the mirror?.
Alex then reached out to touch the mirror, strangely enough, so did the woman, their hands inching closer and closer to the mirrors surface until finally they touched, however it wasn't the cool hard metal that they felt, but the warm touch of eachothers fingertips, each feeling the pulse from the other untill Alex was forcefully flung into the air and through the mirror....