>>4802530Drenched in sweat and overheated, Amy writhed and squirmed in delicious agony, sighing and moaning softly, one hand alternating between her cock and her nipples, the other pumping away at her throbbing, aching, rock-hard erection, faster and faster. She couldn’t stand it anymore.
At this point she suddenly realized she had never actually seen what happens when she would orgasm. She knew it left a mess later, but again, it was always under the covers into a hand towel.
Well, it’s time I explored this too, she thought to herself, and sat up in her chair, scooting right up against the wall and the mirror, sat at the very edge of her chair so her plump testicles hung past the edge, her rigid, aching cock standing up free and unsupported, and she watched her reflection right up close. Slowly, she started pumping her cock. She watched herself stroke it with both hands, her face determined and dark, her breathing heavy and rapid, skin glistening with sweat, her huge heavy breasts trembling about.
Amy watched herself masturbate shamelessly, delirious with the wrongness of it and excited by it at once, her brain fried with pleasure. She watched the beautiful little pervert in the mirror squirm in agony, drunk with lust, sweating hard as she pumped away at her huge erection with both her tiny little hands.
She knew it was close. The pleasure was even more unbearable now. She wondered what would happen. The room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of her oiled hands pumping her cock at a furious speed, and her ragged breathing and occasional whimpering.
It was too much. She felt like she would literally explode. She let go, and each hand grabbed an armrest on either side of her. She forced her eyes open and tried to stay focused on the girl in the mirror.
