Bella's breath still came in short bursts. The mirror was fogged where her forehead had pressed against it and Mikhail stood behind her, chest rising and falling, and his cock still hard and slick against her thigh. His cum leaked slowly out of her, warm and thick, and dripping down the inside of her leg.She couldn't look at her own reflection because those eyes staring back at her felt like a stranger's.Mikhail reached past her, and turned on the faucet. He wet a washcloth and carefully and gently wiped between her thighs himself like he hadn't just fucked her raw against the sink.She shivered when the cool cloth touched her swollen clit and he tossed it in the hamper. He pulled her against his chest and kissed the top of her head."Come to bed," he said.She didn't fight him because she was too tired, too sore and too confused.He carried her to the bedroom and laid her down. He pulled the sheet over her naked body and climbed in behind her, arm around her waist and pulled her ba
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