Mirror Degradation: Womb Exhibition

Isaac yanked you out of the tub by your hair, water cascading off your trembling body. He dragged you to the fogged-up bathroom mirror, your cum-stuffed cunt still dripping, and shoved your face against the cold glass.

“Smile,” he sneered, pulling out his phone and flipping on the flashlight. The harsh beam illuminated your gaping hole, your cervix still slightly open, his cum oozing out in milky rivulets. “Let’s show everyone what a good little sister you are.”

You whimpered, your breath fogging the mirror, as Isaac angled the phone to capture every humiliating detail. Your swollen clit throbbed under the light, your puffy lips glistening with a mix of his cum and your arousal. He spread your folds with his free hand, the cold air making you shiver, and zoomed in on your cervix.

“Look at that,” he muttered, his voice dripping with mock admiration. “My cock’s already left a mark. Bet it’s begging for more.”

The phone buzzed with notifications as he live-streamed your degradation. Comments flooded in:

“Damn, bro, she’s wrecked!”

“Cum dumpster material for sure.”

“Breed her again—I wanna see her belly swell!”

Isaac chuckled darkly, his cock hardening against your ass. “You hear that? They love you.”

The Mirror Fuck

He dropped the phone on the counter, the camera still rolling, and shoved his cock back into your cum-slick cunt. The angle was brutal—your cervix took the full **** of his thrusts, your womb cramping as it tried to accommodate his girth. Your breasts pressed against the mirror, nipples scraping the glass, as Isaac pounded you with animalistic ferocity.

“Scream,” he demanded, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Let them hear how much you love your brother’s cock.”

You obeyed, your cries echoing off the tiles, your cunt clenching around him as another orgasm ripped through you. Isaac’s free hand groped your stomach, pressing down to feel his cock bulging inside you. “Fuck—I can feel my tip punching your womb,” he grunted. “Gonna paint it white… again.”

The pressure built, your body betraying you. Your cunt clamped down, milking him, your cervix suctioning his cockhead like a greedy mouth. Isaac’s roar shook the room as he came, his cum erupting in hot, sticky jets directly into your womb. You screamed, your own orgasm ripping through you, your clit pulsing as urine sprayed the mirror—a humiliating squirt that left you trembling.

The Aftermath

Isaac pulled out, his cum gushing from your ruined hole, pooling on the floor beneath you. Your stomach bulged faintly, stretched taut with his load, and your clit burned, oversensitive and raw. The phone buzzed incessantly, the comments now a blur of emojis and demands for more.

Isaac grabbed the phone, smirking as he read the latest messages. “They want a close-up,” he said, shoving the camera between your legs. “Say hi to your fans.”

The curse’s timer flickered—26 hours left—but your body didn’t care. Your cunt itched, craving another filling.