After my shower, wet and steamy, the blurry reflection of my naked body in the mirror, where your own presence was barely a shadow behind me. Then, your hands in my shoulders, your kiss in my neck and the shivering wave of desire shaking my body. I close my eyes while can feel your warm skin against mine, the soft caress of your hairy chest on my back, your arms embracing me, one hand in my chest, the other in my already engorging cock. Your lips kiss my shoulder when I look in the mirror, your eyes locked on mine, your embrace tightening, your sex rubbing my ass. I want to stop that moment, that feeling in my mind forever, when, at the same time, I want you to advance, to conquer, to possess me. I bend over, slowly, until my own breath clouds the mirror, I feel your tongue playing on my hole, my hard cock against the hard and cold sink. I feel your lips in my rear enter, kissing it with a delicacy that excites me and makes me even more impatient. Your fingers penetrate me while your tongue plays with my balls, and I just can moan and desire you more and more. When your kiss return to my shoulder, when your eyes find mine again in the mirror is when I feel your violent and conquering glands breaking in, slowly, but steady, big, powerfully erect, streching my insides and blurring the boundaries between pain and pleasure as much as our own image in the steamy reflection. I moan when your cock touch my prostate, I almost faint. I never imagine that sensation being as striking and groundbreaking, when you made real a long waiting fantasy. Then the movements, the ins and outs, your breath in my neck, your hands in my hips, your soft moaning when you finally exploded inside me, your heartbeat in my back, your slippery dick getting out of me, leaving a trace of warm semen, my own cock wet with my own orgasm, another kiss and your image disappearing in the mirror. Was it a dream?

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