I lowered my gaze to myself and realized my dress had slipped off my shoulders at some point. It hung at my waist, swaying constantly, leaving my upper body completely bare. My two pale breasts bounced exaggeratedly with every one of Kael’s impacts. Because of his chaotic and fierce thrusts, sometimes my n*****s pointed in different directions, like two anxious little rabbits trying to break out of a cage but finding no exit. The sight was too lewd, and too... sexy. I focused on appreciating our reflection, the way we made love, the way Kael struggled to suppress his panting, the way my breasts jumped around... I completely forgot my original reason for looking at the mirror, immersed in this addictive erotic picture, while waves of heat gushed from my p***y.
Kael must have felt something
