The floor length mirror catches our reflection. His hands pinning me down, my face gasping and infused with 

Love and lust, unquenchable hunger. I can see his cock as he thrusts in me, I can watch  him pumping in me, I see my hips as his hands push, grip and roll my flesh. 

The view driving me to beg, 

to supplication

Calling me to cum, to rush my juices allover him. To make the ground below me a river, with oceanic waves,

I see his neck as he tilts his head back, hus jaw as he bites and opens his lips, I can see how he is holding in his release. 

My hands reach from under, and massage his balls, I moan knowing what I’ve done. He thrusts deeper, painfully so. I cry out as his pace fastens, 

Then he slows to a stop, and rotates his hips, rubbing his groin against my aching cunt. He rotates until I cum once again. 

I am sore.. I can feel the stretch already..

He tilts ny head back using my hair, and whispers in my ear,

“You aren’t done cumming for me, you will get mine only after you have cum enough for me.”