I flick my tongue out to lick the last of your cum from my lips as I rise and turn to look in the mirror. I grin... at the sated look on your face, knowing I am responsible for it. My fingers run over my lips. They're swollen from your kisses... from the rubbing of your shaft against them. I love the way they feel. I lean my head back. and run my hands down my neck, over my breasts, watching them bounce a little as I slide my hands lower, over my belly and down over my thighs.
Lightly tracing the outline of my hips, I watch myself in the mirror, appreciating the pink flush you've given my skin. I glance at you and grin again, as I remember the way you pulled at my hair, the control I had, as your cock slid deep in my throat. The thought of it makes my nipples hard again, and I can feel that tell-tale tingle make a path down my body. I sense you behind me, your hands on my shoulders. I can feel your heat. I look into the mirror, and see your eyes watching me. The sated look is gone and a predatory gleam shines in them.
I wiggle my ass back against you, and feel your cock, silk over steel, throbbing. I need to touch it. I reach my hand back to stroke you. You grab my hand before I can touch you, and whisper in my ear, "I didn't tell you to move."
I giggle nervously, completely aroused by your intensity. You tell me to spread my legs. Then move them apart a little wider with your knee; your cock smacking against my ass. I can feel your hands so strong and big, sliding over my sides, over my ribs, cupping my breasts, feeling their weight. You make my nipples so hard. I hear you groan and you push me up against the mirror, my nipples against the cold glass. My legs still spread, and my ass sticking out, you hold your cock in your hand and rub it over my wet pussy. Sliding the head back and forth, splitting the lips, getting your cock wet, teasing me. I try to push back on you, and you
my ass, "Don't move until I tell you."