Playdate with Popcorn, Part Six
At one point, when I was about to cum, I caught her looking in the mirror over my shoulder.
“Sorry,” she said. “I like to watch myself when I do stuff. It’s kind of my thing.”
That explained, of course, why Penthouse had moved the mirror over when she had come by that afternoon.
A bit later, when I was on top of her and bringing her close, I stole a glance. Then a bit of a longer look. I saw myself, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, my body against hers. It was hot, I had to admit it. Besides the collar and chain, the kink paraphernalia was absent from my reflection this time around and I found it much easier to look at myself.
Baby steps.
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