Viewing the local antiquities

What does the mirror add? 
I already know that I'm fucking her.

And thoroughly. A single-minded thwacking banging thudding wallopping cock-cramming ass-boosting cheek-squeezing puppy-like whimpering headboard-slamming grunting puffing digging-in bang.

Entirely free of finesse. Looking down to my left, though very busy, I see myself jerking into her, up her, working, working, working: I headless and pale, she gold, black hair spilling, clutched cheeks presenting; the image of the two of us joined sin in the pink light of her cube seeming smaller reflected.

I'd asked for a handjob first, so I had some endurance.

As Oie hammocks herself back into her halter, I hear paper crackle: She's folded my tip next to her skin.

So the mama-san doesn't know the whole take.


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