The Mirror Of Lust

There is this mirror next to my bed, hung on the wall. It is a mirror from a famous Swedish brand, about one meter wide and almost two meters long with a frame of golden oak. I have had it since quite some time now. I always wanted a large mirror where I could see all of myself at one glance. I used to joke about its size, saying it would be useful when I am pregnant or that I would never outgrow it. And I did not, but by just a few centimetres. Very useful to choose what to wear, to check out how the back of any dress I would try on fitted me, but I didn’t really embrace its function to the fullest though. Indeed, it does more than just reflect the faint morning light, sending rainbows across my bedroom when the sun peaks out of behind the clouds, warming my bare skin in bright sun rays. It does more than just widening my room through the reflection of the opposite white wall.

While some say that having a mirror in your bedroom, and even more right in front of your bed, or next to the bed, or for the even more adventurous ones, above the bed, is bad Feng Shui because it bounces back energy and is prone to infidelity in a couple’s life, I tend to disagree. For me, it is not only about what it has to offer when I look at myself every day, but more what memories it brings back. Memories from a time when my boyfriend and I were living together.

It reminds me of the mornings in Seoul, where Daesung would wake up at the touch of my lips on his body, whichever part was out of the blanket. Mornings where he would get up before me and get ready for work. It reminds me of the mirror where he would stand in front of, after having taken a shower, his mellow amber skin glistening in the sun. The mirror that was right at the end of our bed. While the timid morning light shone upon his naked body, still wet from the shower, I would scrutinize him, taking all of him, each line of his body, each curve of his muscles. Every morning I would just look at Daesung so intensely in a way that, if anything would happen, I would remember him, body and soul.

Every morning after the shower, Daesung would cross the room to stand in front of that mirror, water beads rolling down his shoulders while he was drying his dark hair with a towel. Putting the towel away, he would sit on the edge of the bed, at my feet, the last droplets sliding from his wet hair and down his back, slowly to his buttcheeks. And I loved the view. Moreover, because I could see both sides of him at the same time. From the bed, I would have the best angle of his back, but I would just need to roll over a bit or sit in the bed so I could see his face in the mirror. In one look, I could see Daesung’s muscular butt and thighs, his slightly curved back and the lines of his shoulder blades, sweet honey colour, iridescent in the warm light. But I could also see his face and his messy wet hair. And when his eyes would meet mine through the reflection in the mirror, Daesung would smile the sweetest loving smile in the world. Such a shame he would dry his hair. It makes him look savage, raw, natural and damn it turns me on so bad. I stopped counting how many times I thought to myself ’Screw this, don’t go to work and just take me right now’.

So now, every time I take a look in the mirror, especially after having a shower, sitting my wet body on the bed, I wonder if Daesung thinks the same way about me when he looks back into my eyes through the mirror. Would he want to kiss and bite through my skin? Would he want to take a day off work just to satisfy my selfish desires? Does having to watch me stretch my naked body in the bed, moaning as I twist and let him have a glimpse of my perky breasts arouse him?

Every time I look at my reflection, now that we are apart, I remember how I used to think about my body. Daesung makes me feel loved and beautiful. In the early days of our relationship, almost three years ago now, he would tell me ’I love you’ several times a day, bringing a red flush to my cheeks. Often, I would be surprised and smile a timid smile. But when I would catch my own eyes in the mirror and see my nakedness, every time I accepted my body more, loving it even.

Now that fate has forced us to be separated, I find myself looking into that mirror, wishing it was a portal to Daesung’s place. Just like Alice Through The Looking Glass, I wish I could reach out to the reflecting surface, that it would bend and ripple like water in a lake, and I wish to see my hand going through the mirror to reunite with him.

Unfortunately, the only thing my hand could do is touch my own body like he used to. Like I want him to touch me still. Slowly, lovingly. Playfully.

I sit on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. I just took a shower and my hair is dripping onto my lap. I take the camellia oil that is on the bench next to the mirror and pump a good amount in my left hand. I rub my hands together, allowing the rich liquid to spread evenly before brushing my hair with my fingers. It smells wonderful, a touch of floral essence and a touch of summer aroma. Like a delicate bud blooming into a beautiful flower. After most of the oil had been absorbed, I let my hair on one shoulder. They are still wet and heavy, the cold sensation sending a shiver through my body. My nipples harden from the sensation.

I close my eyes.

I see him. Daesung is standing in front of me, naked, his honey-coloured skin half a meter away from me. I look up to him and see the small mole under his left eye as a venture point that forces you to look up into his dark brown eyes. Eyes that are looking down on me, a spark of dominance disguised as indifference in them. He steps forward towards me, making my head tilt furthermore up so I can keep eye contact with him. With a slow movement, he lifts his right hand from his side and extends one finger that he approaches atop my shoulder. Grazing it, he caresses my skin and as he does so, my lips parts as I let out a shortened breath. Making his way to my collarbone, tracing the shape of the bone between his thumb and forefinger, Daesung moves further down to my chest. With the tip of his fingers, almost his nails, he nonchalantly brushes the contour of my left breast, and when he circles back to where he started, I thought he was going to push my hair away, and do the same on the other side. Instead, the circles grow smaller as he draws near to my nipple. But when he gets as near as touching my areola, he slows down and reverses his touch. The circles grow bigger and bigger until he opens his hand and grabs my breast. Squeezing firmly but just once, his hand wanders again. I let out a frustrated but excited sigh, and I see him smirk, his lips curling on the corners, his eyes filling my malicious intent. I know he was playing with me. And I let him. His hand moves casually to my stomach, shooting a tingling through my body as he reaches my belly button. Going further down, his fingers leave my skin as his arm cannot reach further.

I look down almost unintentionally as to why he stopped. But Daesung grabs the back of my neck in his right hand, his fingers intertwining with my wet hair. A surprised moan gets out of my mouth as I am forced to look up when he jerks his hand down, bringing my chin up. His teasing eyes are staring at me intensely under his thick eyebrows. My breathing intensifies and he places his left finger on my slightly opened mouth, tracing the shape of the plump and moist lips. He presses gently on them as his finger reaches from time to time inside, tickling my tongue, making me want to suck on it. But he doesn’t let me have my way. Whenever I close my mouth around his forefinger, he takes it out and pushes on my upper teeth to keep my mouth open. Saliva starts to pile up in the back of my throat. I frown and I swallow with difficulty as he holds my head backwards. At the faint movement of my neck, Daesung bends and leans forward at an unbearably slow pace. My eyes follow his and he almost makes me squint as he reaches close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my face. His playful stare stays on my eyes for a second before moving to my lips, then back into my eyes. There is a hint of superiority in them, watching me, feasting on the features of my face, the colours of my green eyes, of my red lips. Tightening his grip on my neck, he removes his finger from my mouth, and with the back of his hand, caresses my cheek in a gentle manner. His fingers felt cold on my skin which is burning with desire. My heart beats faster as he builds up my anticipation. I sigh and look at him with longing. I want him to touch me more. I need him to touch me more. And as the cunning smirk erases itself from his handsome face, I know he read through my signals.

With a last look at my lips, his right hand moves from the back of my neck, untangling his fingers from my hair only to slide under my chin and grab my throat. With a very careful and controlled pressure, he pushes me down on the bed, my wet hair damping the forest green bed sheets. And I know from the way he straightens and takes a few seconds to look at my body, from down to up, that he likes the way it matches my eyes. And as his stare touches my skin, making its way towards my face, my body is reacting accordingly. When his eyes lay on my hips, they arch up. When they slide up to my breast, my nipples harden. And here they are again. The playful smile and spark in the eyes.

My chest heaves up and down from my irregular breathing, and I moan excitedly as Daesung bends forward, putting one hand on each side of my face. His body aligns with mine, I finally take notice of his hardened member. I smile with content but will myself not to look down. I want to leave that sight for later. Picking up that unbearable speed again, he bends his elbows, as if he was doing a push-up, his muscles tightening, and brings his face close to mine. I look into his eyes, switching to his lips as if to check the distance left before they land on my mouth. But as soon as they are about to touch, he stops again. I let out a frustrating moan and lift my head up to kiss him. But Daesung moves his head up and I can’t reach him. He smiles as I am pouting and kisses my right cheek lovingly. Not letting go, he dots kisses around my jawline, breathing in my ear, taking in a deep breath as he smells my freshly cleaned skin. I match my breathing to each one of his kisses, but as his lips brush my neck, it turns into lustful moans. Right there under my ear lobe, where my jaw meets my neck, Daesung starts sucking on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. After a few moments that triggered a warm pool of happiness down my belly, he licks where he surely left a purple bruise, only to continue kissing down my neck till my shoulder. With a swipe of the hand, he brushes my hair away, putting them just over my shoulder on the bed. A few droplets of water remained on my skin, and Daesung starts to lick them dry. All the way down to my breast. When he reaches my nipple, hardened from all the teasing, his warm tongue draws circles around it, leaving a wet trail behind. As I moan louder, my head digging into the blanket, he starts sucking on them, sometimes biting softly. Wanting more, I move my hands to put them around him, but he suddenly releases my nipples as he grabs my wrists and pins them down on top of my head, locking them with his strong left hand. In doing so Daesung’s weight shifted, assuring dominance over me. I look at him with lust and a bit of jealousy. I want a taste of him too. And as if he knew what I was thinking, his right hand moves down my side, tracing the lines of my arms and down my ribs and up again to my breast. His mouth kisses down my breast again, and his tongue flicks my nipple up and down inside his warm mouth. His hand grabs my breast and starts kneading it at the same rhythm as his tongue. This squeezes some more moans out of me, as I feel a warm fluid of pleasure dripping down my inner legs. My back arches up in an attempt to touch more of his skin, while my hips shiver under his touch.

I am trembling with anticipation as Daesung releases my swollen nipple and kisses his way down my hips. His right hand lets go of my wrist above my head and joins the other on my breasts. My moans are louder, my nipples throbbing and red, my hips tortured by his mouth and I try everything not to grab his head. I bite on my lips, trying to regulate my breathing, but Daesung doesn’t give me a chance and grabbing my waist, he starts licking my hip bone inwards. His hair is grazing my belly, sending cold shivers up and hot electricity down. At each of his breaths, I can feel the love juice running down my belly into my thighs. As he reaches their inner part, Daesung’s tongue licks it away. His nose is slightly brushing my clitoris as he moves from my left thigh to my right, and to my left and to my right again and so on. Each time, my hips jerk up, almost unconsciously.

I cannot take it anymore. I stand on my elbow. Legs open in desire, I beg :

“Please…”

As I say so, Daesung bites down on my thigh, looking straight into my eyes with mischief as an answer. He slides up one hand between my breast and pushes me back down onto the bed. He then grabs my legs and puts them over his broad shoulders, and rests his hands on my thighs. Playing with my desire and my heart, Daesung blows on the wetness between my legs, the cool air making me writhe and moan. I bite my lips and grab the bed sheets next to me but I can feel his stare. A couple of seconds passes and the wait is unbearable. My inner legs are wet and my pussy is twitching. I hear him groan and finally, he makes his move.

Daesung’s warm tongue meets my clit and I reach my first orgasm. All the anticipation flows out of my body as I scream in pleasure. But my moan only encourages him to lick me even more ferociously. Up and down, his tongue presses against my wet and sensitive slits. His irregular speed is sending vibrations through my body. My moans accompany the arching of my back. My breath is shortened and I try to muffle my screams, biting on my arm. But as he plays with the girth and the length of his tongue, reaching deeper then wider, sucking on my clit from time to time, my heart skips a beat and my breath gets caught in my throat. I am writhing under his touch, my hips moving to the rhythm of his tongue. On my thighs, his hands squeeze, fingers digging into my burning skin. I reach for his head and grab his hair. He looks up to me, and seeing my flushed cheeks and parted lips, he lets me press his head down between my legs. I want more and make sure he knows it. He groans when I squeezed my leg around his head. With forceful hands, he spreads my legs apart again and straightens himself, just as I am about to come a second time.

Daesung looks at me for a minute, removing my legs from his shoulders and lacing his fingers with mine on my sides. In a teasing voice, he shushes me and waits for my breathing to slow down again. I look at him and when our eyes meet, he brings a finger to his mouth, licking them as one would lick ice cream. As he does so, my mouth opens and my tongue mimics his. Still looking at me, he brushes his fingers around my slit, the wet soft skin warmed out by his mouth and tongue. As he pinches my swollen clitoris and grinds one finger up and down my entrance, left and right and in circles, I lock my eyes into his. I don’t want this to end. Daesung makes love to me with his eyes just as much as his finger. Whenever he reaches closer to putting it inside, he draws back. My breathing is ragged and deep and just as I inhale, Daesung thrusts his fingers inside my pussy.

I gasp with pleasure and my head jerks back onto the bed. My hips move to match his finger, I arch my back so I can feel it even more. My walls are tightening around his long finger. I tuck on the bedsheets as I moan restlessly. His fingers reach deep inside me, moving back and forth, the phalanges bending to brush against the softest parts. It is wet and warm, velvety and squishy at the same time. As I cry in pleasure when he puts in another finger, Daesung’s left thumb plays with my sensitive clit. He is right handed, so even though his fingers move with skillful dexterity inside me, his thumb is more clumsy. But the irregularity of the movements and pressure on the small ball of nerve makes me scream in delight. Daesung groans at the sound and ignoring his own hard shaft, continues to pleasure me. Inside, his fingers are now moving in a scissors motion, spreading me wide while I tighten myself in response around his fingers. This game of tug and war continues for a few more exquisite minutes. Once he puts a third finger in, I cry in pleasure and my body tightens from everywhere as I come and Daesung speeds his fingers into my pussy. His groans intensify as he watches me squirm under his hands. Waiting a few seconds to enjoy my red flushed face and the twitching around his fingers, Daesung slowly takes his fingers out of me and brushes the love juices against my thighs.

My body is still trembling, but I look up to him and say in a moan :

“My turn now…”

Sparing no seconds to catch my breath, Daesung stands back up on his feet, his body heat escaping my reach. He is still looking down on me as I get on my knees and stand straight. Warm and sticky fluid dribbling down my legs, he looks down on me again, and as much as it turns me on, I want to take the lead now. I get up on my feet and step to the edge of the bed. Now I am the one looking down on him. From up here, I have a nice perspective of his body and his twitching member that longed to be cared for. But I am looking at his face. I look at his forehead, shadowed by some strands of hair, at his eyebrows, where beads of sweat started to appear. And I move down to his eyes and nose, and when I get to his lips, I realised we haven’t kissed yet. I take his head in my hands and land a deep kiss on his soft lips. His upper lip is slightly protruding compared to his lower lip, which makes it so wonderful to kiss. Daesung grabs my back and presses me against his chest and I let him for a moment. Still kissing him, I put my hands on his shoulders and sliding down, I break free off the embrace. Stopping the kiss, I turn him around to face the mirror.

Both of us are now looking at our reflection. And what I see makes my face blush. Daesung is standing there, in his birthday suit, hair ruffled, beads of sweat on his temples. His chest is heaving rising up and down to the rhythm of his breath. His honey skin glistening from the sweat and the heat. As I slowly look down at the image on the mirror, I can see his body reacting to my eyes, his already hard shaft twitching in anticipation. I hug him from behind, pressing my hands down his chest, biting into his ear while watching his reaction.

“I love you,” I whisper in his ear.

My hard nipple pushing on his back, I take in his body heat while my hands travel down the lines of ribs to his hips. Daesung is a tall man and he has a long torso. His body has the right proportion of muscle and fat. He has a bit of each, in all the right places. Unfortunately, especially as I am standing on the bed, my hands cannot reach further down, leaving his crotch area unattainable. But this doesn’t stop me. I make my way up again, pressing my fingers into his soft and warm skin, to feel every curve of his abs, every bulge of his muscles. When my hands reach his pecs, I circle around them, just like he did to me earlier. Arriving at his nipple, I pinch them, flick them. I can feel him jolt under my touch, groaning softly, his deep voice starting the pool of pleasure down my belly again. As I moan back to him in his ear, I can see his dick reacting and Daesung’s eyebrows frowning as he wills his hands not to touch himself.

Kissing him on the cheek, I take a last glance in the mirror and leaving him to take a good look too, I get off the bed and circle around him to position myself between the mirror and him. For a second his eyes linger in the reflection the mirror offered of my backside. He looks at me when, with my finger, I trace the edges of his shoulders, his biceps. My breath is back to normal and my body is getting cooler so I get closer to his body, but just enough to feel his heat. Looking right in front of me, I follow the trail my fingers are doing on his collarbone. This might be my favourite part of his body. The way the light plays with the shadows on his skin is enough to make me want to bite him. But I settle with kissing it. As my hand slides down his abs to his ribs and further down, I can feel his length brushing my inner thighs. But with my mouth, I decide to tease him a bit more and start kissing his nipples. I am not as cruel as he was, so I alternate both sides. I wrap my hands around his back and pull him against my breasts. Daesung puts his hands under my arm and grabs both my buttcheeks, pressing me against his penis. My tongue is still working on his nipple and when I feel them hard enough, I bite on one of them. Daesung lets out a groan of pain and pleasure and grabs my hair, yanking to force my mouth out of his chest.

“Ow!” I said, because as sudden and painful it was, I deserved it. “Sorry.”

I grab his hand and lace my fingers into his, and sit him gently on the bed, making sure he has now only my front in his vision. Once again, Daesung has to look up to me. Still looking into his eyes, I open his legs with a push of my knees and move forwards between them. In this position, his head is facing my chest, and as much as I love to see him stare at my breasts, I want him to look at my face. So I grab his chin and force his eyes to move up to mine. I move in closer, my nose just brushing the tip of his. I open my mouth to initiate a kiss and as I see Daesung respond with parted lips, I give him a lustful smile. Teasing him just like he did, I gaze into his brown eyes and breath sensually in his face. As he wills his ego down and suppresses the urge to kiss me, I feel his hands back on the side of my legs, then groping my ass. I moan at the sudden constraint and lean in to finally kiss him. As I press my lips on his, Daesung lets out a sigh of relief, and his dick twitches between my legs, like it is demanding to be taken care of. But I ignore his hardened member and press my lips further on his mouth. As I tilt my head, my tongue presses on his teeth, as to demand the right of passage. He agrees to it, I plunge my tongue into his mouth. As both flesh play hide and seek in the warmth of his cheeks, making wet sounds between each draw of air, his arms slide along the curve of my waist. I bite gently on his lower lips and he groans inside my mouth. Our breathing synchronises and I can feel his heart beating with his chest pressing against my breasts. When I couldn’t ignore his penis banging on my legs, I break off the kiss, escaping his embrace and I slowly squat down on my feet. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I can see that he enjoys the way my ass looks in the mirror as a smile curls his lips up. As I go down, my legs spread open, my back arches and my butt forms a pear shape. I smile back when your penis twitches against my cheek. Our eyes meet and we understand each other.

Daesung eases himself back on the bed and gets comfortable, his hands on the sides, resting on the ruffled sheets, enjoying both the view in the mirror and the scene happening on his lap.

For a moment, I ignore his trembling shaft and putting it under my chin, I start kissing the soft and warm skin at the base of his crotch. My hands move slowly from the curves of his muscular calves to his knees and inward to his thighs. Spreading them a bit, my fingers apply a soft pressure, feeling the shape of his muscles. As I get closer to his crotch, I hear his breathing changing, I see his chest rising in anticipation, I feel his muscles tighten under my touch. My mouth moves to his right thigh, dotting a trail of kisses. My finger brushes a scar in the upper part of his right thigh. I kiss the bruised flesh and move to the other thigh, up to his belly again. My nose brushes against his belly button and Daesung twitches. I know how sensitive it is so I focus on his hips, following the crease of the muscle, tracing the shape of the bone in my fingers. I get closer to the base of his penis, never going there fully. I breathe cool air and his length hits against my chin. I grab his heavy balls in my right hand and roll them in my palm with my fingers as if they were glass marbles. Daesung trembles and soft groans remind me of how delicate I should be. Resting them on my hand, I bring my mouth closer, blow warm air on them before licking and sucking on them. Inside my mouth, I am careful not to graze them onto my teeth while my tongue twirls around them. His hard cock is now vibrating against my face at the rhythm of my lips sucking on his balls. I shift them to my left hand and while I keep licking, I grab the base of his dick with my fingers. I wrap them around his warm length and tighten my grip. It is hot and hard in my hand and as I stop licking his ball to watch his penis in my hand, love juice is streaming down my legs.

Ignoring the urge to touch myself, I look at him and opening my mouth, I put my tongue out. Lifting his dick, I let Daesung enjoy the view as I start licking along his shaft from under. The sweet and sour arousing smell of sweat and sex is tingling my nose and blurring my senses as I lick up my way to the tip, glistening with precum. There, I circle around the base of his crown. My tongue is wet and I can feel all the veins pumping, burning under the sensitive layer of skin. As I suck on the tip, Daesung moans and I look up. His eyes are feasting on my blushing face. His breath shortening in his parted lips. I open my mouth wider and start taking him inside, my tongue travelling around the girth of his hard cock. As I move up and down, wetting his length, sucking sounds mix in with my breathing. My right hand starts moving as well, echoing the movement of my mouth. I tighten my grip around your hot rod, but not too much so I can twist my wrist around it. Daesung lets a moan out as his head jerks back. I look up and see his apple moving as he swallows his will. I can feel him being near and I am quite impressed at how long he managed to keep himself from coming. Yet, I know I still have some time to pleasure him more with my mouth. I let go of his balls and grab his trembling dick, with my two hands. The tip of his penis in my mouth, my tongue twirling around his crown, I twist my hands around his cock, my left hand going counterclockwise and my right hand clockwise. I pick up the pace moving my hands up and down until I hear his ragged breathing. He groans as I suck out the precum and clean the tip with my tongue, shaping my lips to his glan to kiss it.

Some strands of sweaty hair stuck to my face, so I put them away behind my ears, and I spit on his dick, lubricating his shaft with my saliva. I shift my head slightly on the side so Daesung can have a better view. Putting both of my hands on his hips, I adjust myself and get on my knees on the cold and rigid wooden floor. Some of my juices must have dropped because I felt a wetness under my right knee. Once again, I open wide and take Daesung in, this time only allowing my mouth, lips and tongue to touch his throbbing penis. When the hardness touches the wet softness of my mouth again, we both moan in pleasure. The taste is delicious, salty even. Daesung lets out soft groans each time his tip hits the back of my tongue, and tingling shoots through my body as I muffle aroused moans. My tongue is pressed and wrapped around his length as I suck in and press him onto my palate. On my way up, when my tongue finds the base of his glan, I tilt my head to the right, so that his dick hits the side of my cheek. Sideways I move up and down, eyeing him from the corner of my eyes. He was frowning in pleasure, biting his lips between groans, his breathing shortening dangerously. I can feel his heart pumping against my tongue. Moaning, I focus on the length in my mouth and start moving up and down again. I pick up the pace. Up and down, up and down, on the side and up and down again. I accelerate as I can feel his dick grow bigger in my mouth. As I move up, Daesung suddenly grabs the back of my head and pushes it down gently while moving his hips upwards. His breath quickens and he thrusts once more, this time deeper. My mouth is full and I almost gag, but I keep on sucking, adjusting to the growing girth and length of his cock. I can feel by the throbbing in my mouth that he is almost at his limits. I grab the base of his dick with my hands and squeeze tightly, forcing him to wait a bit longer. My other hand slides down my hips to meet the wetness between my legs. I play for a moment with my clit, until it gets swollen and very sensitive. When his dick is twitching and harder than ever, I turn around and sit on his dick, letting him slide swiftly inside me.

We both moan in pleasure as my pussy is clenching on his shaft, squeezing his hot release out. I support myself on his tense thighs, while Daesung straightens and embraces me from behind. I look up to the reflection on the mirror. His rests his forehead on my shoulder as he calms down, breathing hot air on my already burning skin. My face is flushed red, my hair falling like curtains on my breasts, some sticking to my cheek and my neck. Daesung puts his chin on my shoulder and looks up in the mirror too. His eyes are lazy with delight, his double eyelid blinking slowly as he locks his eyes in mine. Surrounding by the intoxicating smell of sex and sweat, watching us like this excites me. I squeeze my pussy around his exhausted rod and he answers by getting bigger inside me again. As I start moving my ass up and down, looking at myself moving my hips in circles on his lap, Daesung grabs my throat with one hand and brings it on his shoulder. Still pressing carefully around my neck, he moves a finger up my chest and inserts it in my mouth. I moan even louder as his other hand cups my breast and squeeze it ferociously. Digging my fingers into the skin of his thigh for better support, I increase the speed of my hips. In this position, his hard length is hitting the back of my vagina, at a very acute angle, the tip brushing against the velvety linings. His finger in my mouth is mimicking the movement of his dick, pressing down my tongue and rubbing it fiercely. Just like saliva is dripping out onto my neck, a pool of warm liquid is dripping down his penis, making exquisite wet sounds. I moan as he groans in my ear and lands a kiss on my cheek.

“Fuck…”

Daesung said, releasing my head and sitting back again, his hands grabbing the bedsheets, supporting himself as he starts moving his hips up and down, matching my movements and thrusting hard against my ass. Finally, I am able to look in the mirror and enjoy the scene.

Our bodies are glistening from the heat and the sweat. Our movement, synchronised. The muscles in his calves and thighs tighten every time Daesung gets on his toes to meet his hips with mine. My nails dig into his skin and my mouth opens and closes as moans get out between breaths. My face is distorting with pleasure, my eyes rolling in their sockets, my eyebrows rising and frowning as my body bounces on his lap. My hair dangles to the rhythm of our lovemaking, my nipples are hard and perky. I cannot see his face behind me, but as I clench his hard rod, he groans in pleasure. My ass is brushing against his abs, electricity is shooting all over my body. Our skins are burning, sweat rolling down my back and arms. Daesung’s breathing gets louder while my screams get more frequent. One of his hands comes pressing against my breast while the other is grabbing my waist, supporting and helping with my movements. We both increase the speed of our hips for a final spree. Putting both his hands on my hips, Daesung thrusts hardly once more. And as I orgasm, screaming with pleasure, he lifts me up, my pussy sucking his dick in protest. He presses me against his chest, while his throbbing cock is releasing its white and thick semen between us. It twitches for a moment while we catch our breath.

I am trembling with pleasure, my eyes closed and my head resting on his shoulder. He bites my ear and kisses my neck while his fingers wander to my swollen entrance, brushing my clit. It is throbbing and we are both staring at its redness through the mirror. As Daesung is tapping it, wy wetness makes sticky sounds. He moves a finger inside and I squeeze as I moan in ecstasy and release one last flow of pleasure. When my cry faded out, I lean back into Daesung and we both lay on the bed, exhausted and closing our eyes till our hearts beat back to a normal speed.

I open my eyes.

I feel a tear rolling down the corner of my eye. I sit up and stare at the lonely silhouette of myself.