The way her fingers traced and mapped out his body.
Shivers...
She was looking forward with something close to an evil grin. He followed her eyes and saw them look ahead... To the mirror which was now facing them directly because of how she positioned them. Their reflection again...
He knew; that she knew just how much effect it always had on him. He wanted to object, but before the words could come out, his right leg was lifted over her athletic shoulder and rested perfectly like that was where it was meant to be... Obviously it wasn't it's first time there...
Now slowly, she stroked him, causing him to whimper.
Then, she took him... inch by inch ... slowly.. Moans of her name fell helplessly and involuntarily from his lips.
Held in place and made to take it without an option all while watching himself get used in the mirror.
He was moaning her name with every move, every thrust, every roll of of her hips. He felt good. Too good...
To the point it started messing with his mind. He could no longer make coherent words, and she was fueling it with her responses to every spill of her name.
"Mhmm"
"... You like that?..."
"Am here doll..."
"Good boy..."
"... You're taking this p***y so well..."
"Stay just like that... Let mummy use you..."
"F**k! You keep turning me on.."
Then came the tongue kisses as he was held by the throat and her thrusting changed from slow and sensual to deep__ hard punishing slams, only to pull away just to look him in the eyes while f**king him. Watching him get undone was her favorite show.
The little gasps to the tiny whimpers. The breathless sweet moans and the helpless begging...
She'd stop time if she could just to keep watching and hearing him beg. Meanwhile, he was drooling and tears were falling from his pretty red face as the pleasure was getting almost unbearable. His eyes rolled back when she suddenly grabbed a small pillow laying around and put it under his hips just so his waist was higher in the air and easier to access. Then the pounding started...
He almost lost his mind and jumped but was held down by very strong hands as her hips threatened to merge him with the bed...
Lower lip caught in between her teeth, his knees to his chest with his legs hanging in the air, sounds of pleasure escaping each other's lips, hands grabbing the edge of the bed with her tits in his face.
The sounds of wet flesh could be heard from outside the door. Their bodies moved in synchrony and the mirror bore witness to their love dance as it replayed what they were doing until they started watching...