Our eyes meet in the mirror's reflection, our gazes locked with desire as we share a moment of silent understanding.
"Look at us," Lara whispers, her words laced with wonder, her gaze still locked with mine in the mirror. "We belong together."
“We do,” I murmur, positioning myself behind her, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart, my eyes fixed on that gorgeous face and body in the mirror before us.
I ram into her pussy, and she thrusts forward from the force, her fingers digging into the sink. Her body, bent over before my large, muscular body, looks so innocent…so petite…so delicate.
“Fuck me harder,” she moans.
I groan and dig my fingers into her hips to hold her steady, and ram in again.
"Ah, Lara," I groan, my fingers digging into her hips as I hold her steady, our rhythm unyielding.
"Harder, Dima," she pants, her eyes never leaving mine in the reflection as she encourages me, her desire matching my own.
I rhythmically thrust into her pussy from behind, the slap of skin against skin dangerously loud. Lara's nails dig into the cold porcelain as she moans my name, begging for more.
Her breast bounces wildly, her nipples taut and erect, begging for my attention. But my focus is on her pussy, the tight heat around my cock, driving me to the edge.
“You like that, my love?” I growl, thrusting harder and faster, my hips slapping against her ass.
“Yes, yes, yes…” she moans, her voice shaking with pleasure.
I can feel her inner walls gripping me like a vice, every thrust taking her higher and higher. And then, just when I think I can't take it any longer, she cries out, her body trembling and convulsing wildly around me.
“Dima…” she gasps, her voice breathy as she reaches her peak, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.
The sensation is too much for me to handle. I slam into her hard one last time, feeling her delicious heat envelop me, and then I too…I explode, dripping down her legs.
We stay like that for a few moments longer, catching our breaths. I look at the mirror and see a soft, contented smile on Lara’s face, her gorgeous eyes closed shut as she revels in the moment. I lean forward and gently kiss her back before pulling out.
She eventually stands, and I help her into her dress, zipping it up from behind.
“Have I ever told you I’m the luckiest man alive?” I murmur, planting a soft parting kiss on her shoulder.
“You’re wrong,” she says defiantly, turning to face me and throwing her arms around my neck. “It isIwho is lucky.”
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THE END
