Still trying to clean up from the sweat, among other things. You feel Martin's hand holding your dress up as he guides his dick to your ass with the other. "He's not trying to..." you think nervously to yourself, interrupted as Martin bends you forward over the marble counter.
You catch yourself, hands firmly on the counter. Melanie watches intently, as Martin pushes every inch of his dick into your tight ass in one powerful thrust, pulls out just so the head is in, then quickens his pace back and forth.
Martin rubs your pussy with his right hand. He slips his other hand down inside your black dress squeezing your breasts.
Watching yourself in the mirror, with Martin taking control, is really turning you on. His fingers prying their way inside you, your pussy begins to moisten. Martin grins as you meet his gaze in the mirror. Martin thrusts his fingers deeper into your hot wet pussy, bringing your juices to a boil.
You start to shake, certain you are about to collapse from another orgasm. Something warm drips down your fishnet stockings. |