The friction was too good. I stopped just sliding and started slamming into her, my brain shutting off, focusing only on the breeding instinct. We knocked over a stool—crash—but I didn't care. Footsteps got closer? Didn't care. The feeling of my c**k being swallowed by her tight sheath was the only thing that mattered. I sped up, my breath coming in loud, ragged gasps.
Then, I caught her eye in the mirror. I mouthed "You're beautiful" from the bottom of my heart, but I was surprised she was still holding onto her sanity. No, that wouldn't do. I wanted her to lose her mind, to break with me, to hit the peak together.
I reached down, found her sensitive c**t, and started working it fast and messy. Her p***y juices were already soaking her, and my rubbing only made it wetter. I could feel h
