Touch Me Deeper

ʙᴏɴᴜs 𝟷.𝟷 (ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ sᴇx)

Arnold had Rose's back to his chest as they both sat on the floor. Rose's legs were spread out, up and over his thighs,, so she couldn't even close them if she tried. She was squirming against his chest and his hard dic* pressing into her back, eyes squeezing shut because in front of her was a giant, full-body mirror. Arnold had her blushing and writhing in front of the mirror without even laying a finger on her.

Rose felt so exposed, so vulnerable. She had gone to his apartment being slightly drunk, pushed open his door really quietly and tiptoed into his room all sheepishly. “Arnie,” she had said, with her voice all tiny and submissive, “Can you help me?” And without even asking her what she needed help with, Arnold had said yes. Well, he loved her and that's what people in love do. He liked the fact that Rose was dependent on him, so needy for him. Of course, he'd help her. Rose had played with herself, teased herself, stuffed her little fingers inside her cunt until she became a shaky mess before getting here. She was sexually frustrated; hence she decided to get drunk and that's how she end up in Arnold's apartment. Rose told him that she wanted to c*m, and that made Arnold's c**k throb in his pants. So, when he grabbed a hold of her hips and made her sat down in front of the mirror, peeling her panties down her legs. He was determined to make her come, he needed to feel her cream around his fingers. “Look at you. So pretty for me, hm?” he mumbles, head tilted down, so he can speak against her ear. Rose had turned your head away from the reflective glass, vision narrowed as she buried the side of her head into his chest. Every so often, her eyes fit to the side to catch a glance of her all spread out for him, but they returned just as fast. “Come on, be a good girl and look for me.” Rose had played with herself, teased herself, stuffed her little fingers inside her cunt until she became a shaky mess before getting here. She was sexually frustrated; hence she decided to get drunk and that's how she end up in Arnold's apartment. Rose told him that she wanted to c*m, and that made Arnold's c**k throb in his pants. So, when he grabbed a hold of her hips and made her sat down in front of the mirror, peeling her panties down her legs. He was determined to make her c*m, he needed to feel her cream around his fingers. “Look at you. So pretty for me, hm?” he mumbles, head tilted down, so he can speak against her ear. Rose had turned your head away from the reflective glass, vision narrowed as she buried the side of her head into his chest. Every so often, her eyes fit to the side to catch a glance of her all spread out for him, but they returned just as fast. “Come on, be a good girl and look for me.”

One of his hands which around her waist slid up to her chest to grab a hold of her chin, turning it gently, bringing her eyes to the mirror. His other hand tickles at the skin below her navel, sending waves of goosebumps over her exposed flesh. “It's so embarrassing.” Rose whined, eyes darting to the plush gray carpet on the floor beside her. Arnold pressed a gentle kiss on her hair, “No it's not, kitten, it's to help teach you. You're going to be a good girl and watch for me? Watch me finger your cunt nice and good, so you can learn how to do it yourself?”

The hand against her stomach slides a little lower, teasing just above her c**t. She let her eyes skim over the carpet and inch up the glass of the mirror, “That's my girl,” he says, voice low and velvety and dripping with sensuality. “If you take your eyes off yourself. I'll stop.”

Both of them were aching with anticipation. Rose just wanted him to treat her, finger her until she comes around his digits. She needed that release, she need it from him, and Arnold was desperate to have her writhing in his grasp, choking her out? Making her moan for him as she gushes all over his fingers. His fingers brush over her c**t really soft, circling it slowly. He could hear her breath hitch, her little hands coming to the forearm, which still had a hold on her chin.