“I do.”
You kiss again, briefly, then pull her around so that she’s facing the mirror above the sink. She’s wearing only a short white sundress dotted with small yellow flowers – she must be freezing, you think. You carefully lower her back down, your cock still buried in her throbbing pussy. “You don’t have to make up your mind right away –”
“Okay,” she cuts in with sudden finality. “Proper mama’s boy, aren’t you?” she says, dismounting your cock. Your tongue pushes into her mouth and she makes a muted moan before meeting it with hers, playing with it, dancing over and under it, wrapping it, drenching it. You know how she feels. She pushes past you, then knocks sharply on the bathroom door. You struggle with what to say next. She rises up on her tiptoes, her hands giving way, and teeters towards the mirror. You look at the mirror.
