S*x Love Repeat by Alessandra Torre

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You are mine, he grunts out, pumping into me, the length and level of his arousal brutal. Mine, he swears as he releases my mouth and turns me around, pushing me forward as he yanks my legs back, one hand hard on my back, the other gripping my ass. He doesn't slow the movement, giving me full, hard thrusts, my breasts bouncing from the top of my dress, the mirror above the sink giving me a full view of my slutdom.

Paul in worn jeans, a white t-shirt, light hair must, mouth open, intensity over his face. His reflection pulls at my hair, tilting my head back, and I find his eyes on mine in the mirror.