Badass - Episode 7

She rides me with her back to my chest, one leg hitched over my thigh. The mirror shows everything. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples stiff from the room's chill. My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as I drive up into her. Sweat makes our skin glide together, the wet slap of her ass meeting my thighs filling the silence. She arches, head thrown back against my shoulder, mouth open in a soundless cry. Her cunt grips me like a fist, slick and hot, pulsing with every stroke. I watch her face in the glass—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, flushed from her chest to her cheeks. My cock disappears inside her again and again, disappearing into that perfect heat. She reaches down, fingers working her clit in tight circles. Her thighs tremble. I feel her getting closer, the flutter of her muscles around me, the way her breath catches. One hard thrust and she breaks, cunt clenching hard as she comes, thighs shaking, her release slick on my cock. I don't stop. I keep fucking her through it, chasing my own edge until I spill deep inside her, holding her tight as we both shake.