There’s a unique pleasure in fucking in front of the mirror. The aesthetics are pleasing. To see their bodies so welldefined. Like porn, excepttheyare centre stage. All eyes on them. All attention on their entangled bodies.
He can watch as he puts a hand around her throat. Enjoy simultaneously the smell of her hair and the look on her face and the feeling of her body held tight against his. He can feel her hands trying to grasp something, and he can see her naked cunt. Multiple angles. An intense and everychanging sensory overload.
To see her face while he fucks her from behind. To see his own face while he fucks her from behind. The excitement is as shocking as if they were other people. He drinks it in. The smooth curve of her body, breasts shuddering as he pounds into her. The wild look in her eyes, which meet his in reflection. They lock eyes even as he grips her by the hair and pushes her down.
They fuck in front of the mirror often. They experiment. Find angles that are pleasing. Him standing over her while she kneels, small and craven, face in his groin, her nude body so small compared to his. Or on all fours atop him, bending to reveal her cunt in the mirror while she feasts on his cock – the full curve of her hips. Sidelong, her body beneath his, pinned down, the different in skin tones more evident than it is to look at, heaving together. Her legs spread while she sits on his lap – a glimpse of her cunt, dark and secret.
He has not seem them fuck like this before. And it is to his surprise that they, for all their fumbling gracelessness, are extraordinarily beautiful.
