Steaming up the mirror

With that, I pushed forwards, and Charley grunted as I sunk all the way inside her. I grabbed her waist with both hands and started thrusting in and out of her. Her buttcheeks rippled every time my hips collided with them and I bottomed out inside her, the clapping sound almost hypnotizing.

“Ugh … fine,” she moaned, before mewling at one particularly hard thrust. “Do … what you … want.”

With her permission, I picked up the intensity. Her pussy, having been already wet from before, was getting even more sloppy, squelching obscenely every time I sawed in and out of her.

I looked up from where we were joined, and I saw that her face was only a few inches from the mirror edging dangerously close every time I thrust forward, her hot breath steaming on the face of the glass. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

“Oh fuck,” she panted. “Go slower … I’m … gonna get too loud.”

I had absolutely no intention of going slower, and I instead responded by picking up the pace even further. In that moment I was so turned on that I couldn’t have given less of a shit about someone overhearing or finding out about us. The King of England could have walked into the bathroom, and I wouldn’t have stopped.

I leaned forwards slightly so I could cup her breasts through her shirt, getting even deeper inside her, and it wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm approaching.

“Agh … Charley,” I grunted. “I’m gonna cum … soon.”

She didn’t respond, instead just whimpering slightly every time my cock reached her womb, but she reached down and began furiously rubbing her clit. As she tightened up, I knew she had gotten the message.

Finally, Charley cried out and stiffened up, her pussy convulsing and clamping down on my dick. I responded in kind, driving my cock deep inside and shooting out every ounce of seed I could muster as her inner walls continued to milk me.

When I was spent, I slowly pulled out of her, watching the strands of our combined juices that were connected to the head of my penis breaking off one by one, before stumbling over to sit on the toilet seat and catch my breath.

Charley turned around and grabbed a paper towel, before gently wiping off her red, thoroughly worn-out pussy. Shakily, she pulled her jeans back up and climbed up to sit on the counter again, and we both sat in silence for a few minutes as we recovered.

Charley was the one to break the silence. “So,” she began. “You gonna sober up tomorrow and realize this was all a huge mistake?”

I shrugged. “Honestly, I still think it might be right now. But no, I won’t. I don’t really give a shit anymore.”

“Fair enough. We can work with that.”

I wiped the thick coating of girl cum off of my cock with some toilet roll and stuffed it back into my underwear. I could feel Charley’s eyes on me, something on her mind, and I tried to smooth out my clothes as I waited for her to spit it out.

“What made you change your mind?”

I looked at her, putting a serious look on my face. “Honestly?”

“Yeah.” She straightened up, meeting my gaze.

“Well …” I took a deep breath. “It was what you said that morning, when you said it would fit into your plan. I thought about it, and I saw that as long as we were adhering to your divine commandments everything would be alright.”

She threw a toothbrush at me, and I held my arm up to block it as I cackled. “Asshole,” she muttered. “You joke, but you’re actually not wrong. And believe me, in the morning we’re setting some ground rules.”

“Naturally,” I sniggered.

“And don’t for a second think I don’t know what the real reason is,” she continued. “You think I didn’t notice you checking me out downstairs? You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“Lot of attitude for someone I had steaming up the mirror a few minutes ago,” I scoffed.

She glared at me, blushing hard. “Just come and check the hallway, you little shit. We need to get moving.”

I chuckled and went over to poke my head out the door. “All clear.”

“Okay.” She pushed past me, and we walked back to the stairs. “Let’s just hope no one noticed we were gone.”