Max begins the show.

Max looked at her reflection in the mirror for a second before closing her eyes. She had come this far, no point turning back now.

She couldn't even be sure it was Glebov behind the glass but she had little choice. Slowly she rocked her hips to the beat of the music. Eyes still closed she sighed, and slide her hands up her toned stomach, cupping her breasts through her bra, gasping like an over sexed whore.

Biting her bottom lip she reached behind her back, her fingers unclasping her bra.

Glebov groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This girl was amazingly beautiful, he watched in awe as Max caught her bra with her hands and held the material to her flesh. Teasing him she turned around. The underside of the ass just barely peaking out from the tiny skirt she wore.

The bra fell to the ground, followed by the skit. Glebov groaned, his dick rock hard and throbbing. Max's ass was perfect, round and firm and he wanted nothing more to drive his cock deep inside her until she begged him to stop.

Skin flushed red with embarrassment and arousal Max turned back to the mirror, one arm covering her breasts. She licked her lips, her body still moving hypnotically with the music, her hips making small circles. Her free hand trailed down her flat stomach.

Glebov could't take his eyes off her hand slowly trailing down to her moist slit. He licked his lips and waited only to interrupted by a loud annoying beep.

Max heard it aswell, her hand stopping just below her navel. The music stopped and screen that covered the mirror began to close.

"Govno!" Glebov swore in Russian, realizing he had run out of time.