I grabbed her by the neck with my left hand and pushed her against the mirror.
I kissed her with the passion and fury of 10,000 exploding suns.
I directed her to unbuckle my pants, pull them down, pull down my boxers, and grab my dick.
This wasn’t a lovemaking session. We weren’t about to have sex.
We were going to fuck.
With my left hand still around her neck, I took my right hand and undressed her quickly. I ripped her shirt a little bit. I had her bra off in under 3 seconds. Her tights were rolled up around her ankles, along with her underwear. Her tongue was in my mouth, on my lips, teasing me, taunting me. My tongue was on her neck (she loves that), my right hand was on her breasts, and my dick was at the entrance to her vagina.
“Fuck me,” she breathlessly told me.
Against the mirror. Her legs around my waist. My hands on her ass.
We switched positions. She’s vain. (I did that to her, fucked her so good in front of a mirror, she wants to see us fuck all the time now.) I bent her over, entered her, pulled on her hair. She threw it back at me, her pussy getting wetter with every thrust, her muscles tightening around my dick. Her hands were trying to find stability; she couldn’t hold on to anything, so I grabbed her hand and pulled it around her back.
We didn’t have sex. We didn’t make love.
I fucked her. I fucked her so good, she couldn’t speak; she wobbled over to the bed when we were done and fell asleep for 20 minutes.
She would’ve slept longer, but I woke her up by eating her out.
I am the champ, after all. Gotta keep training.