She rolls her eyes. “I’d seen a picture of it in a magazine and wanted to try it out.”
“Of course you did,” I muse, earning a quick scowl from her.
“You think she has sex toys in here?” she asks.
“If she does, I don’t wanna see them. Christ knows where she’s used them, and on how many.”
Cignette pretends to gag, making me laugh again.
I walk over to the dressing table in the room, then study the items strewn on it. They all look the same to me, so I pick up a long, purple tube, then twist it open before putting its wand under my nose. I regret doing that almost immediately, because a strong, ash-like smell hits my senses, making my eyes water. I cough and look to the side, then sniff and shake my head.
“For fuck’s sake, Dorran, stop smelling the goddamn mascara.” Cignette grabs the tube from me and throws it back on the table.
“It’stoxic,” I say, then wipe my nose and eyes. “What’s it even used for?”
She blinks and stares at me. “It’s used on the eyelashes,” she provides plainly.
“Why?”
A small pause.
“Because it enhances them?”
“And what purpose does that serve?”
She purses her lips, and I know she’s trying not to laugh at me.
“It doesn’t,” she says, then shrugs.
“Right.” I nod. “Good to know.”
She does laugh now, then walks over to me and cups the back of my neck with her hands. “You’re cute.” She kisses me. “AndI want you to fuck me in front of those mirrors.”
“Only if you promise not to call me cute again,” I say, then pull her to me.
She grins. “Nope.” She leans in and kisses me again. “Cute– that’s what you are.”
“Shut your face,” I groan, and kiss her back. When she chuckles against me, I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I walk us to where the paneled mirrors are – our lips moving in abundance – then set her on her feet. We take our clothes off in a haste, and once we’re naked, Cignette drags her eyes over me, then runs her fingers over my inner thigh.
“Touch yourself,” she says to me. “And watch yourself while you do it.” She moves to my side, and as I grab my cock and start stroking it, she bends and takes my right nipple into her mouth.
“Jesus,” I hiss, and my hips piston forward. My dick pulses as I continue to fuck my fist, and my breaths turn heavy while I watch my reflection in the mirror. I’m flushed from the chest up, and my lips are slightly swollen from our kiss. I’m disheveled in the most vulnerable of ways, and I fucking love it.
Cignette snakes a hand downward and grabs my balls. She tugs at them, then bites my nipple, and my lids flutter before my eyes fall shut.
It feels so fuckinggood. The pain from her teeth on my skin, and the pleasure I’m giving myself, along with the one she’s giving me by kneading my sack, are making me hot; making me wanna come all over the floor.
“Watch us, Dorran,” she whispers, and I know she’s close to losing it with how uneven her tone is.
I open my eyes and look down at her, just as she takes her hand off me. She halts my movement on my cock, then swipes the precum off my crown. Bringing the finger between her lips, she sucks on it, and when she moans, I’m done for.
“Get on all fours,now,” I command, and watch as her pupils dilate in response.
She steps away from me and turns, then gets into position. Shifting her hair over one shoulder, she aligns her body parallel to the mirrors.
I get behind her, then go down on my knees. I can see her tight ass hole, and wetness dripping down to her thighs from how wet she is for me.
I grab her cheeks and squeeze them, then spank them hard, making her jerk.
