Pistoning his hips as he began to thrust harder. The flames of his own desire and need rising. I could see the change in his face and from the intensity of his thrusts.
He was chasing his own pleasure and I was going to fall over that powerful edge with him with my inflamed passion echoing his own.
His thrusts were getting harder and his big hands held my hips tightly, making me unable to move back against him. His face was an artwork of passion, his sexy lips between his teeth as his hips moved.
He thrust with the single mindedness of a beast, pounding into me. The slap of flesh resonated within the room, accompanied by our voices in the throes of passion.
His eyes found mine in the mirror, my lips open in a silent scream and my eyes struggling to remain open as my climax drew neare
