She Begged Me to Pound Her Standing in the Mirror

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her curvy body bends forward, bracing against the wall as he takes her from behind. The mirror shows every inch of her, her brunette hair, her strappy bodysuit that leaves her ass exposed. You can see the tattoos on her thigh, forearm, and calves.

She's moving to his rhythm, his hands gripping her hips. Sometimes she reaches out for support, but mostly she's just taking it. You can almost hear the sound of their bodies meeting, the slap of skin on skin. Your hand is moving on its own, keeping time with their thrusts.

Your pulse is racing, your breath catching in your throat. You're getting hard, imagining yourself in his place. She's so into it, her body responding to every stroke. The mirror shows you everything, the way her breasts jiggle, the way her ass bounces back against him. You can see how much she wants it, how much she needs it. And you need it too. You need to see more, to feel more. Press play and let them take you there.