Sliding my eyes sideways, in the mirrors I see him, caging me beneath his body in the be-candled light, face hidden behind my thighs, but wisps of his golden hair spilling over.
His free hand slips between my labia, splaying them for his attention, exposing my aching bud and making my p***y gape. In the mirror, I see his head lower, then move and undulate, as he licks and chews at my mound.
Moaning uselessly through the c**k gagging my mouth, I squirm and writhe, but fastened as I am under Michael, there is nowhere to move.
Beyond Michael in the mirror, my Master´s lean frame stands over us. He strokes his erection, twitching hard against his flat abdomen, his gaze alternating between Michael´s head between my legs and his rump above my face. Then he catches sight of me watching him in
