The Mirror
He walks up behind me, as I place my bag on the dresser. I glance up at him in the mirror and see the look in his eyes. He reaches out and brushes his hand along my neck as he leans in and follows his hand with his lips. My breath catches as his hands reach around and cup my breast, I feel and see him as he kneads them in his strong hands. I moan and he lifts my shirt up and off. He looks at me in the mirror, his hands running up my chest; he pushes my arms over my head as he pulls me against...
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