Remember, she told herself. . Blowjob sex Off her reflection, in the top corner of the mirror, someone had taped a tan sheet of construction paper with the printed words in red:Sex is natural; sex is good. Why was he untying her? The base seemed to pound in time to her pulse. . The white ceiling tiles seemed to move and slide when she looked up. ¡Qué rico! Gripping her shoulders, he pressed himself against the firm, damp globes of her ass and slid into her pussy, slick with the juices of her orgasms, with the new rush of juices that never seemed to stop when they were together like this. . But she wanted more now. She felt his juice run out of her, down her inner thighs—Remember… Their images in the mirror swayed, joined, doubled. She focused on the feel of the chest hair and the flexing power beneath.
