Vivian dragged him to the full-length mirror, his c**k still wet with her arousal, his face shiny from being soaked in her c*m. He looked like messed up, hair a mess, eyes dark, lips red and swollen from eating her out like she was his last meal.
She pushed him back against the mirror, his ass brushing cold glass, his c**k bobbing, dripping, angry and flushed with need.
Vivian didn’t speak.
She just stared at his reflection, then slowly turned around and bent forward in front of him.
And what he saw nearly made his knees buckle.
Her ass.
Full. Round. Still slick from the shower. Still glistening from the last orgasm.
Her p***y.
Spread. Soaked. Open.
Sticky arousal clinging between her thighs, his own c*m still faintly glistening near her entrance, mixed and blurred with hers like
