Two faces in the mirror

The upper half of the mirror is still foggy from April's hot shower, but you swear you saw a face, or the semblance of a face, in the mirror, much higher than April's, over by the doorway. You glance over your shoulder, not stopping your hard fucking to do so, but can see nothing and no one out in the hallway from your angle. You redirect your attention back to April.

Since you've already finished her off, you know it's just fine to fuck her however you want. You are fucking her hard, slamming your body into hers, and her ass jiggles satisfyingly at each jarring contact. Her tits are also bouncing back and forth quite nicely, you observe in the mirror.

You are having a standout time, and it's the mirror that's doing it for you, so you decide to take further advantage of it. While continuing to pork April, you move one hand to the small of her back, and the other to her shoulder. While pushing in on her back, you pull her shoulder towards you, coaxing her to arch her back as sharply as she can. Keeping one hand on her back, you move your other hand from her shoulder to her mouth, and insert a few fingers into April's mouth. April greedily begins to suck and gnaw on your fingers, and your hand on her face keeps her head pulled against your chest, her body erect, and her back arched. April is now essentially standing straight up, but for the fact that she is jutting her ass out, and her back is so arched.

By lifting April's body upright, you can see all of it now in the mirror, from the curly hairs between her legs, peeking above the top of the counter, up her slim stomach, across her wildly bouncing tits, and to her pretty shoulders. The mist from the shower starts at her shoulders, blurring out her face somewhat. You fuck her even harder, holding her ass down with own hand, slamming your cock inward and upward into her, holding her head against your chest with your other hand. The forceful shockwaves you are sending through her body make her tits bounce up and down and side to side, wildly out of control, even though she still has her hands planted flat on the counter. April knows just what to say, and is mumbling out of her mouthful of fingers, running her tongue over your hand as she does. "Uhh baby, fuck me, make these tits sore from bouncing, make my ass sore from pounding, uhh, OH, fill my pussy up, push it in me deeper, stuff my mouth full of your fingers ..." she trails off as she begins to really suck on your fingers in earnest.

You jam your hand into her mouth, pull her head back even further, and fuck her even harder, whipped into a frenzy from her words. Your are pummeling into her body so hard that the counter is vibrating with a low deep noise each time, and the ceramic toothbrush holder on the countertop vibrates and wobbles slightly with each thrust. You feel pressure building up inside you, and survey your handiwork in the mirror. Again, you think you see a face in the mirror, just to the side of April's blurred out face, and this time it is recognizably Jo. You look at the doorway again, but still can see no one outside; you wish you could go over and close the bathroom door all the way, since you are now making a huge racket, but it's not close enough to reach it, and you are far too involved in your current activities. You figure you must be imaging things; after that brief encounter with Jo in the kitchen, her face is just in your mind, and, therefore, on the mirror. You imagine that it's Jo's face that's really in the mirror, Jo's pussy that you're filling, Jo's ass cheeks slapping against your stomach, your fingers stuff Jo's mouth, and you've cum quickly and fully up into April's pussy before you hardly realize it.

April quickly pulls your hand out of her mouth, and squirms sideways, slipping off your still firm cock. "Quick," she whispers, "to my room, to get dressed." You think it's sort of funny that she's whispering now, but you agree, and reach down to pick up your pants and shorts before darting out of the bathroom.