"Look at the lewd bitch in the mirror, and look at how much you love being filled by me!"
Haruka could only stare, mesmerized and horrified, as she watched herself descend further into the madness, her reflection a constant, vivid reminder that the woman she used to be was being drowned in a sea of white, hot semen and primal, unashamed desire.
The sensation of Mike's hands on her hips became bruising, his fingers digging into her flesh like iron talons. He wasn't just fucking her anymore; he was trying to dismantle her.
The rhythm changed from a heavy grind to a violent, staccato assault. Every time he slammed into her, her body was thrown forward against the glass, the cold mirror a stark contrast to the furnace of his skin.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
In the reflection, Haruka watched the carnage. She saw the way her skin was turning a mottled, bruised red from his spanks and his grip.
