As Rae caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror she gasped in delight and arousal. She knew she was gorgeous to the point of the supernatural but this was more than she'd expected.
The first things her eyes met were her eyes. They said that eyes were the windows the soul and hers looked to be infinitely deep pools of beauty - definitely portals to the soul of a sex goddess. Her lips were full and luscious and screaming to be kissed with a voice almost as intoxicating as the voice that she could make emerge from between them.
"Oh wow...", she gasped as her eyes wandered down to her breasts - even now being briefly pasted by a fresh shot of cum from Mitch. They were glorious and firm - to a fault, and then past a fault and out the other side to new levels of flawlessness. Rae knew that beyond a certain size, larger breasts became pointless and almost unsexy - but apparently her breasts had found the other side of that and grown to a point where the twin globes made perfect breasts seem insignificant.
And her legs - they want on forever. They went all the way up to make a perfect ass of themselves. She realized that her head was very nearly reaching the ceiling of dance club at the very height of the mirrored walls because of those almost 10 foot long pillars of lust that were her legs.
It was really no surprise that men came until they lost consciousness - or even died. It was kind of surprising that women weren't losing themselves in orgasms around her... though she noticed now some had. But as she looked they all seemed so blissful - so content - even the ones who lay in positions the body clearly wasn't meant to assume had smiles of absolute rapture on their faces. They had died - but the had died experiencing levels of pleasure and happiness that they had probably never before known.
In fact, as she looked at herself she figured they probably had experienced happiness no one had ever known. Most of them had gotten the chance to see her dance and move this body. She gave a little sexy shimmy as she watched herself in the mirror to see what they had seen - and Mitch's cum pasted the bottom of her magnificent breasts... which seemed to grow even bigger before her eyes. If the purpose of life was the pursuit of happiness, clearly everyone who had died watching her dance had experienced the pinnacle of life. Was what she had become really so dangerous - or was it glorious?
She looked like a goddess - perhaps she was a goddess - and she could give a gift to everyone who saw her, the gift of ultimate pleasure and happiness. Pleasure and happiness so great that continued existence did really seem superfluous. Really, surviving the sight of her would be almost a punishment as they would be forced to look at other things again...
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