[Brace herself? She literally curls against it, arm reaching out to push against the mirror when he stops teasing and finally gives her what she wants. It feels so good, even better than the last time, especially with him pawing at her ass like that followed by the sting of the swat. Her head comes back up and she grins at him through the mirror, laughing breathlessly. She liked that. She actually liked that a lot. Even more than the pleasure/pain, she likes that look on his face, the look in his eyes. There really is a lot they don't know about each other.
He starts fucking her again and it's still somehow not enough. Different angle, deeper, a full view of him standing over her where she can really appreciate his amazing body and she still wants more. The challenge rings through, she gets what he's saying.
The smile on her face gets a bit darker and she adjusts her hands on the counter. It gives her enough stability to push back against his cock, rocking in time with his thrusts, moving forward when he starts to pull away only to meet him when he drives his hips back towards her ass. Better. Harder. She can barely think of anything but how amazing it feels, and she can't take her eyes off him in the mirror.
She starts to get louder, too. Moaning as he fucks her, crying out when the piercing brushes up against all those sensitive nerves. She's never seen herself like this. Hair spilling over her shoulders, tits bouncing as she gets absolutely ruined by this stupidly-good-looking guy and his stupid penis.]
Okay, okay. I take it back. You're not old-- Fuck, Brock-- [Anything else she was going to say gets swallowed up in a strangled cry.]
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Date: 2017-04-08 02:00 am (UTC)He starts fucking her again and it's still somehow not enough. Different angle, deeper, a full view of him standing over her where she can really appreciate his amazing body and she still wants more. The challenge rings through, she gets what he's saying.
The smile on her face gets a bit darker and she adjusts her hands on the counter. It gives her enough stability to push back against his cock, rocking in time with his thrusts, moving forward when he starts to pull away only to meet him when he drives his hips back towards her ass. Better. Harder. She can barely think of anything but how amazing it feels, and she can't take her eyes off him in the mirror.
She starts to get louder, too. Moaning as he fucks her, crying out when the piercing brushes up against all those sensitive nerves. She's never seen herself like this. Hair spilling over her shoulders, tits bouncing as she gets absolutely ruined by this stupidly-good-looking guy and his stupid penis.]
Okay, okay. I take it back. You're not old-- Fuck, Brock-- [Anything else she was going to say gets swallowed up in a strangled cry.]