The mystery girl 8 - Showing her sexual witchcraft

“I love mirrors.” she whispered breathily into his ear as their

bodies rocked together.   He stopped for a moment and told her

to close her eyes.  She did so, and he leaned as far back as he

could and turned on the bedside lamp.  She heard a click, and

the blackness of her vision became a dark grey beneath her

eyelids.  With a bit of awkward twisting, they managed to stay

coupled together as they reversed positions on the bed.  She

figured she would be facing the dresser (and perhaps a mirror

over it, opposite the bed?).  He pulled her onto him as deeply as

she could go, so deep that she could have sworn his glans

rubbed against her sensitive cervix.  She took a ragged breath in

his ear, an erotic hiss escaping her dark lips.

“You can open your eyes now,” he whispered lowly.  They were

coupled together upright on the bed, him facing the headboard,

her facing the mirror atop the dresser on the wall.  After such a

long period of visual impairment, the scene she saw was

shocking in its sudden detail and brightness.  Dark bedsheets,

and the pink glowing expanse of his back and the dark hair atop

his head.  her hands were two pale spiders clutching his back,

tipped in their shiny black nail polish.  Beneath the ruffled tresses

of her long, auburn hair, her shadowed eyes looked back at her

dispassionately, erotically, from over his shoulder.  There was a

smug smile across her lips, resting on his shoulder.  She still

could not tell how old he was, but by the smoothness of his back,

she figured he could not be over 30.  She stared transfixed at her

reflection as they began to move together again, gentle thrusting,

getting harder and more urgent.  Alexis barely blinked as she

watched his body moving in the reflection, a faceless creature

driving nails of pleasure up the length of her body.  She wanted to

reach out and caress the perfect surface of the reflection, almost

desiring it to come over and join her.  She whispered in his ear,

between gasps, how much watching the reflection turned her on. 

He responded by pounding even harder, clutching her like a

clamp, fucking her like an animal in heat.

She forced him down on his back, yet still did not see his face

clearly, for her hair hung everywhere like a wild amazon woman’s. 

He was getting very close, she could tell. There was a nice little

sheen of sweat lubricating their moving bodies, and he felt even

bigger inside her.  Sometimes when he thrust particularly deeply,

she would feel a little shudder of pleasure ricochet through her

body, right down to her toes.  She couldn’t take much more of

this!  With a quick hooking drag, she raked her sharp nails down

his back and he cried out.  she watched the red welts seem to

appear instantaneously all down his back.  He was into playing

rough as well.  With the peaked excitement caused by her

scratching, he grabbed her ass and slid his still-juicy finger into

her anus at the same time as he grabbed her lower jaw with his

other hand and penetrated her there with his gagging cluster of

fingers.  Somehow she became intensely excited by his

dominance, and as every orifice of her body held a part of him,

she writhed like a mad woman atop his spike, driving her nails in

hard, and within an incredible few frenetic seconds, they both

cried out almost in unison as they felt their respective shuddering

implosions of orgasm.  For several long seconds they were

shuddering in each other’s arms, Alexis letting out a tight-throated

moan past his fist, and she felt the deep pumping and flexing of

his ejaculating penis deep within her.  Her eyes rolled back under

her eyelids, her pounding arteries felt like they would explode,

and finally she stared at the scene in the mirror; the shaking

mass of limbs at odd angles on the bed, jerking slower and

slower, until all was calm, and the breaths subdued.  They held

each other as if holding onto life itself.

She closed her eyes, halfheartedly kissing the side of his neck,

as she slid off his bending rod.  She felt full inside, and satisfied. 

He placed his hand on the curve of her waist, and they recovered

in the afterglow of their tremendous union - physically exhausted,

mentally mellow, and completely satisfied.

He lay on his side for a very long time, barely moving, looking

totally relaxed, like a dog lying in the sun.  Like most females,

Alexis looked at him in narrow eyed amusement, for she had

the ability to go over and over again.  But, tonight had been

an excellent and rewarding singular experience.  She felt no

need to try and raise the dead with her sensual witchcraft.