Mirror And Us!
I’m pressed to the mirror, my palms flat against the cool glass as he moves behind me with a relentless, steady rhythm that leaves me gasping for air. Each thrust is harder than the last, and I can barely keep my balance as his hands grip my hips, pulling me back into him with a force that has me melting into him. My body arches, meeting him, craving the depth and heat of every single movement.
His hand slides down, tracing over my skin before lifting and landing a sharp, satisfying smack on my ass. The sound echoes in the room, a mix of sting and heat that only makes me more horny. I moan, louder than I expect, the sound escaping me as I feel his hand return to grip my hip, possessive and strong. He chuckles low, a sound that’s dark and full of satisfaction.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice rough in my ear as he thrusts harder, deeper, his words stoking a thrill that makes my skin tingle. I can barely answer, only manage a breathy “Yes” as he keeps up his pace, nodding my head, each stroke sending waves of heat through me that make my legs shake.
His fingers find their way between my thighs, circling over my clit, the added touch making it almost impossible to think, my head falling back against his shoulder as he takes me apart piece by piece. “Look at yourself,” he groaned loud biting his lips . “Look at how you’re falling apart for me.”
I meet his gaze in the mirror, my eyes wide, lips parted as I watch our bodies move together, his reflection in the mirror fucking me. He’s not holding back, thrusting harder, each movement purposeful and possessive. My moans grow louder, broken, and I can feel the flush spread across my skin as he watches me unravel beneath him.
His hand lifts and whips another firm smack on my ass, sending me forward from the impact. I gasp, the mix of pleasure and sting making my whole body tense in response, and I feel myself clench around him, driving him to push even harder. He groans low in my ear, clearly feeling every reaction, every tremble of my body.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice dark and filled with heat. “Taking everything I give you.” His fingers press harder, rubbing in time with his thrusts, each movement calculated, relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I can barely hold on, my breaths coming fast and shallow, my fingers pressing desperately into the mirror for balance as I feel myself tighten, right there, teetering on the brink.
He knows exactly where I am, exactly what I need, and his hand slides back down, landing another firm smack that has me gasping, my whole body arching back against him. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he whispers , his voice a low growl.
“Please… please, fuck don’t stop,” I beg, my voice barely a whisper as his pace quickens, each thrust deeper, each touch rougher, sending shudders through me. My moans fill the room, breathy, desperate sounds that only seem to spur him on. His grip tightens, his fingers rubbing in perfect rhythm with his deep, relentless thrusts, and I’m completely at his mercy, lost in the pleasure building inside me.
“Cum for me,” he groans, and that’s all it takes. His fingers press harder, his thrusts pushing me forward. I hit my orgasm moaning loudly, shutting my eyes closed, feeling my legs shake hard. My body trembles, clenching around him, and I’m lost in the sensation, moaning his name as he holds me, grounding me through every shudder.
He doesn’t stop, thrusting even harder, his own rhythm growing frantic as he grips my hips, pulling me firmly against him with each deep, consuming stroke. He lands one final, sharp smack on my ass, the sting adding to the lingering pleasure, and I feel him tense, his breaths ragged as he finally finds his release. With a low, guttural groan, he fills me completely, his hand on my hip, holding me tightly, possessively as he comes.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he presses a final, tender kiss to my shoulder, the warmth of him grounding me as we both come down.
Mirrors in the bedroom during sex? Oh, let me tell you, they’re not just for checking yourself out. you should be adding a mirror to your regular routine because you’re missing out on a whole new level of fun – and possibly kink – depending on what you’re into.
Having a mirror means you can watch yourself (and your partner) in all your raw self. It’s po*n but catered to you and starring yourself!!
Suddenly, you’re no longer just experiencing the pleasure, you’re witnessing it in full HD. No filters, no retouching, just pure. reality. And, let’s be real – there’s something thrilling about seeing yourself in the heat of the moment. If you ever have wondered what you and your partner look while doing the deed and if you look hot? a mirror would tell you Spoiler: You do. You look hot.
For those of us who are usually a little shy about letting loose, seeing yourself in action can do wonders. It can make you feel confident by seeing your partner loving everything you personally might feel insecure about.
And communication. Well, mirrors can help with that too. In the moment when you feel carried away, if you’re feeling a little extra rough, a mirror gives you the chance to make eye contact, exchange looks and even check on your partner , or maybe even throw in some. dirty talk. All without having to contort yourself into some weird angle just to maintain eye contact. “You like this? Watch this…” whispered sexy tone included.
Plus, mirrors have the power to intensify your experience. Every thrust feels. hotter when you can see it from all angles. Honestly, who doesn’t want a 360-degree view of your partner making love?
They’re a game-changer. Giving you a front-row seat to your own personal sex show, Just be careful – sometimes the view might be so good, you’ll forget what you’re doing and get distracted staring at your partner. (But hey, that’s a good problem to have, right?)
