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The General, sensing your desire, pulled out of you, leaving you momentarily empty. He grasped your arm and led you towards a large, ornate mirror that adorned the wall. The reflection revealed your flushed skin, your disheveled hair, and the wanton lust burning in your eyes.

Positioning you in front of the mirror, the General pressed his body against your back, his hardness pressing against the curve of your ass. His hands roamed over your exposed skin, caressing and kneading your breasts, his touch sending jolts of electricity through your body.

He tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck to his lips. The warmth of his breath sent tingles down your spine as he peppered your skin with open-mouthed kisses, leaving a trail of fiery desire in his wake. His hands traveled down your stomach, finding their way between your thighs once more.

His fingers dipped into your wetness, eliciting a moan from your lips. With his other hand, he reached around to grasp your chin, tilting your face towards the mirror. You watched with a mix of excitement and anticipation as his fingers explored your folds, teasing your sensitive clit.

Unable to contain yourself, you ground your hips against his hand, seeking more of his touch. The General's fingers delved deeper into your slickness, curling and stroking with an expert precision that made your head spin. The pleasure grew, coiling tightly within you, begging for release.

Sensing your need, the General withdrew his fingers, leaving you aching and empty once again. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back slightly, aligning his throbbing length with your entrance. You watched intently as he slowly pushed inside, inch by glorious inch.

A moan escaped your lips as he filled you completely, stretching you to your limits. The mirror reflected the raw desire in your eyes as the General began to move. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one sending ripples of pleasure through your body. You felt your walls clenching around him, the pressure building, threatening to consume you.

As the General continued to ravish you from behind, his grip on your hips tightened, his pace increasing. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, mingling with your passionate cries. The mirror captured every tantalizing moment, the visual display adding an extra layer of intensity to the experience.

Lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy, you locked eyes with yourself in the mirror, witnessing your own uninhibited pleasure. The reflection fueled your desires, heightening your arousal and pushing you closer to the edge. You surrendered yourself fully to the General's primal dominance, letting the pleasure consume you completely.