you position the mirror against the wall, so you can see me gasp as you enter me, but first you make me lick it and take it in my mouth. the other end of the strap-on rubs against your clit as you push it hard down my throat and you moan softly with primitive pleasure as you tell me to turn around and get on all fours.
you fuck me slowly at first but deeply and call me names and tell me i’m your whore, asking me to repeat it and i do. each thrust of your hips gets you hotter and wetter and when you reach around and grab my dick, you squeal with delight to find that its stiff and twitching, that i like you fucking me. you are possessed with an almost animal lust as your passion rises and your clit throbs, your sweet juices running down your thighs, my gasps mingling with your panting, your guttural cries of pleasure, as you fill me over and over. i feel your orgasm shudder through you like an electric storm, shaking you, shaking me, rocking the bed. you make me come at the same time, pushing my head forward and down so that i get a face full of my own cum.
afterwards we lay in each others arms and kiss and giggle and you ask if i have any fantasies we can live out too, and i tell you that we just did. i suggest that you have me suck it afterwards next time and you slap me and tell me i am outrageously disgusting, but i see the twinkle in your eye, i know what you are thinking.