Our reflections were captured clearly in the tall mirror leaning against the back wall of the closet, My sweaty frame hulking over Sharon’s healthy, hourglass body. She looked nearly helpless in the reflection, like I was taking her without consent; her body rocked back and forth over the bed with each thrust. I reached up with a hand and turned her head so she could see the reflection as I thrust.
“Look,” I urged her, my voice forceful but soft as she stared at the same image, the reflection of me sodomizing her lovingly over our bed of passion.
“You see that, me inside you, up your ass?” I asked, looking deep into her eyes through the reflection.
Sharon nodded, her misty eyes meeting mine in the glass, my thrusts jarring her fertile body back and forth, her lengthy brown locks swishing with her body’s rhythm.
“Please say you’re mine, always.” I thrust again, burying my penis as deep in her guts as I could go, my pelvis milling against her bountiful rear. With one free hand I reached beneath her, my fingers trailing through the soft down of her bush until I found the hard nub of her clit.
“Yours,” she replied simply, her eyes still fixed on mine. Her asshole was freakishly dilated around the base of my rod, the ring of muscle a strained purple as I opened her up around the widest portion of my cock’s root as I entered her fully. I could feel how wet she was with each thrust as my balls began to slap against her pussy.
“Your ass is never going to be closed, it’s always going to be stretched open, full of my spit or my cumm.” I watched her face carefully as I withdrew slowly and then reversed, refilling her colon with hard, genuine cock. I began running slow clockwise circles on her button with my finger, and I could see her eyes widen briefly as the electric shock of the contact sizzled up her spine.
“More,” Sharon whispered, her eyes still locked onto mine. I didn’t know if she meant the talk or my hand on her clit, so I decided to give her both.
“I spent all my life trying to have this,” I told her as I sawed steadily in and out, my fingers working her towards orgasm. Each time I tried to push deeper into her, to stretch her wider open.
“Please, more,” she pleaded, and I knew she meant both the talk and the ministrations of her clit. I reached around and waved my other hand beneath her nose.
“When you wake up in the morning, it’s going to be with me eating your big sexy ass.” I vowed.
Sharon whimpered as I bottomed out inside her again, and I could feel her starting to shake as her orgasm approached.
“When you go to sleep at night, my cock is gonna be inside you.” I continued.
“Inside my ass,” Sharon begged like a wanton whore. “God, my BIG fucking ass.”
“Your King Sized ass.” I answered, growling as our flesh began slapping loudly together… ass to groin.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah!” Sharon yelled, moaning into the mattress as she made a fist, hitting the bed several times in tormenting bliss. “Talk about me like I’m food, Chris.”
I sighed heavily, hearing Sharon put to words what I loved so much about her body. God, I loved it, and loved how she knew what I was thinking, and how much I loved how big her ass was. The same voice I heard growing up, now, talking like the true vixen I had prayed for. Now, we had discovered yet another divine secret… she liked the way I talked trash to her.