Of Sex and Reflections

It's a quarter past midnight, and he is trying to finish up that last bit of python code for his AI deep learning software. His phone buzzes, and he wonders who would be texting him at midnight. “Come over here and look at what I found,” the text message read. He puts his phone down and continues working on his code. A second buzz annoys him, but he checks anyways. “You better hurry or you are going to miss it,” the second message read. Slightly annoyed he stands and walks to the bedroom.

He walks in to find his wife sitting in a kitchen chair, completely naked, and playing with herself in front of their full size body mirror. Suddenly, all that code is now meaningless. He walks up behind her and kisses her neck while spreading her tender thighs wider. Her hand goes around the back of his head as she moans quite loudly. “There you are big boy,” she smilingly sighs. Her king knows just what she wants, so he walks around to get between her soft, spread thighs. His strong, masculine hands push those thighs wider as he drops to his knees. “That is MY pussy you are playing with,” he says sternly. “You know that I am the only one allowed to play with it.” Her eyes glaze over amid her feminine submission as she struggles to push out the words “Yes, Sir” “That’s my good girl,” he replies to her.

As his tongue begins to circle around her clit and his first two fingers slide in, she runs her hands through his hair and pushes him in deeper. She watches him in the mirror as he worships her hips and thighs with his mouth. There aren’t many things in the world that get her so wet so quickly as watching their reflections in the mirror. Her soft, feminine hands caress his head as her back arches. His strong hands then slide up her back, and he picks her up.

Her legs wrap around his waist while her hips rock back and forth on him. He turns towards the mirror and sits in the chair. Her eyes glaze over once again, because she now gets to please her king on her knees. Going to her knees in submission to her king is really the only thing that gets her more wet than their reflections. So she happily pulls out his fat hard cock. “This is MY cock and I’m the only one allowed to play with it,” she quips as she smiles at him. Her Tender lips slide down his stick and he watches in the mirror.

With one hand cupping his jewels and the other at the base, she takes all of her king. His hands comb through (and pull) her hair as he moans and grunts. She knows that’s her queue to deep throat his meat in preparation to receive his warm seed. By the time he releases his full load down her throat, she is already dripping all over the floor. His strong, masculine hands push her head down to the base of his cock as he gives a long deep grunt. She receives his massive, yet warm payload and swallows every last drop, because she is, indeed, his good girl. As he relaxes from the big release, she straddles him for a quick make out session.

He begins to get hard again as he feels her dripping on him. He rotates her around so that she can watch herself ride her king. His hands squeeze her tits as she bounces on his cock. She puts her hands on his thighs so she can lean back to kiss him. This forces him to slide one hand up to cup her throat and the other to slide down between her soft, feminine legs. His thrusts push his cock all the way to her cervix, while his strong hands pull her down onto him. All of his masculine strength controlling her, sends her into frenzy, and she fully submits to him. Her neck restricts under his strength and she explodes like a super nova, erupting into a string or orgasms that shatter her perceived reality. He has subsequently shattered her into a million pieces, and she implodes. All the uncontrollable crying would normally throw multiple mentally unstable red flags to the majority of men, but not her king. You see, he intentionally breaks her, so that, each time, he can build her up better than she was before. How’s that for a reflection?