I watch myself in the mirror of the long, low dresser across the room from the bed with this wanton, wrecked woman, wrapped around my rippling waist. A wet, passion-drunk glaze blurs her vision as she watches our reflection, an image from which neither of us can wretch our eyes. We watch ourselves through sweat-stung eyes fucking as through a veil of heat. Her lips, parted in gasps from my breath-breaking pounding, are red and swollen from rough, bruising kisses and the friction of my demanding cock earlier in the evening. She is utterly drenched in her desire - from unshed tears glistening on her lashes, to her skin, flushed and glowing from exertion, to the slap and sucking noises her pussy makes at my cock as I drive it unmercifully to her cervix. She is nailed at the hips to the bed on her back as I hammer her quivering body down deep into the damp mattress. The covers are ripped back and kicked aside, the sheets are crumpled around us. The image of her arousal and dishevel enthrall me. Her hair, tangled where my fingers had mindlessly woven themselves in it to drive my cock to the back of her open throat, lays splattered against the pillow. Dark splotches already appear on her neck and chest from my sucking and bites, marking her as mine, a claim on a rightful possession. I stare at her fingers in the mirror, deceptively dignified with their pretty, french-manicured polished nails buried in my ass, pulling me into her pussy forcefully......