The fact that I notice him looking at me in the mirror makes me cringe. When he pulls on the 'reigns' my head is forced to arch backwards and I know that makes my tits completely exposed.
The scream is muffled again as he thrusts into me and I squeeze my eyes shut so I don't have to see myself in the mirror, or him. The fact that it feels quite nice is pushed from my mind in horror and I'm only grateful for a moment that he didn't do my arse.
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