Sally Collins sat on the bathroom vanity clipping her toenails. She loved to sit naked in front of the mirror and look at her body while she did her nails, or otherwise preened herself. She had big tits, smooth shapely thighs, and long blond hair. She had sensual feet with sexy pink toes. She was young and supple, and well-aware that she was one of the most beautiful and desirable teens in town. She knew that every boy in her high school, and nearly every man who saw her wiggling down the street, lusted for her body with raging, steel-hard cock-meat. You're one of the sexiest little bitches who ever hit this town, she'd think to herself. Then she'd smile and finger her hairy cunt-lips.

Her toenails done now, Sally kneeled up close to the mirror, touching her erect nipples to the glass. She loved to press her body against the cool, smooth surface and imagine that her reflection was another sexy teen just like herself. Then she'd make believe that she was a boy, and that the image she saw was herself making love to him. And thus she could see herself just as a boy would see her. Oh Sally, you are a sexy little bitch, she'd say to herself. Anybody who'd deny it didn't have eyes.

She drew her fingertips down over her tits and belly, then poked a finger into her sexy navel. Her flesh tingled. Boys just loved to lick out her belly-button – she could almost feel a hot wet tongue probing it now. She caressed her slender waist and beautifully curving hips. She petted the silky hairs of her sex-mound. Pussy, she thought to herself. She knew exactly why it was called a pussy – it purred.

Squatting, she turned her back to the mirror, craning to get a look at her sexy ass. She was always amazed at the way her firm little ass would spread out so round and big when she squatted, or sat back on her heels. Her silky asscheeks became two beautiful fleshy moons with a long, sexy crack between them. As she craned still further to get a better look, her golden hair tickled her lower back.