AMY
I watched him stare at the mirror, and after a brief moment of eye contact, he turned to face my gorgeously bouncing breasts. As he clutched my hair with one hand, his breathing became labored.
"That's my girl."
I had to look in the mirror while he tugged at my hair as my hands scraped his chest. "It seemed like the ideal situation. We do look fantastic, don't we?"
His words caused my face to flush, and I was unable to suppress my groans as his d**k slammed up into me with such intensity. I arch my back and push out my breasts even more as he tugs my hair.
“Allow me to see those pretty eyes of yours," he adds, cupping my face. As he circled my n****e with one hand, his blue eyes met mine. I writhed on top of him while closing my eyes.
"Look at me, Amy." He said in a commanding
