I emerge from the bathroom fresh from the shower to find you undressing, checking yourself out in the mirror.
You see me in the mirror, watching me approach, our eyes locking on our reflections.
I let my robe fall to the floor as I press into your back, my hand sweeping your hair back as I bend to to kiss your shoulder, never breaking contact with your eyes.
I kiss my way up your neck, then run the tip of my tongue along the edge of your ear, as my hands come around to find your breasts.
Your mouth parts, your tongue running seductively around your lips, then blowing me a kiss into the mirror as my hands knead the cups of your bra before unclasping it at the front, releasing your breasts.
My hands are all over them as we both watch, my fingers manipulating your nipples into tautness as I squeeze, pull, and rub them in a variety of ways.
My cock is buried against your right buttock, my pelvis gently rocking into you. As you watch me playing with your pendulous breasts, your hand drops to find it, to caress it, to feel it’s heat.