Hollys 2nd mistake

"P-please, just- give- me- a- *gasp* moment"

*Squrk*

Her pussy was dripping with her own juices, the room was filled with her gasps and moans, the smell of sex.

"Are you sure? You seem to be enjoying this quite a lot."

Derek taunted her.

"N-no- *mhm* no-I'm- not- *ghnn*"

Derek slows down his pounding and grabs Holly's hair.

He yanks it up, bringing Holly's eyes level with bed.

She stairs directly into the mirror of the room, looking at her own disheveled, slutty expression.

Derek wasn't kidding.

Her cheeks were red, her pupils dilated.

Her face was twisted into an expression of ecstasy, her lips glistening from drool.

Holly was lost for words. Was this really her?

"You certainly don't look like someone who's not enjoying this."

Derek pulls Holly's head back further and whispers in her ear.

"Just let go Holly, embrace it"

Holly's resistance begins to crumble as she sees her own pathetic face.

She had a sudden realisation.