Just leave ’em there.” With that, he turned again toward the mirror, dismissing Zoe from his focus. In, out, in, out, an innocent reenactment of her earlier experiences, and a reminder that she could still breathe. His hands gave her no leeway to avoid it, and Zoe spent the first ten or so thrusts just learning to seep a little air in and out before he pounded his cock into her face again. Not sure whether folks are more into this for the “big scenes” or the rest of the story, so it’s a little mixture of both. Poking one arm around blindly from the depths of the covers, she hunted the snooze button, then cozied her way back into the blanket nest for another five minutes of slumber. Zoe’s eyes couldn’t part with the lavish, coral reef bed of a structure. Whatever the designer had in mind, it was rather clear that sensibility and modesty weren’t a part of it.
