The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, invisible but suffocatingly real. My thighs trembled as they were pried open wide, leaving me exposed.
“Look at yourself,” he commanded, his voice echoing like thunder.
My eyes darted to the mirror on the wall. I gasped.
The shadow straddled me—massive, monstrous, faceless—its c**k thick and dark, hovering between my thighs. My p***y glistened in the reflection, dripping, swollen, desperate.
“I—I can’t,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
A sharp slap cracked against my cheek. My head whipped to the side.
“You don’t close your eyes when I f**k you,” he snarled. His grip crushed my jaw, forcing me to face the mirror again. “You watch. Every second. Every thrust.”
Then I felt it.
The blunt head of his c**k pressing against my soaked e
