Private thoughts

I think of you when I get out of the shower, standing in front of the steamed up mirror drying myself off. I can't help but imagine you standing behind me. Hands reaching for my breasts, your body pressed against me, pushing me into the sink. I'd place my hands on the mirror to brace my body as you push me forward, watching my ass lift. Your hands on my hips as you nudge my legs apart. The mirror doubling you, me and everything in between, feels almost like an audience. I can feel the tip of your cock pushing against my lips, then plunging deep inside of me. Roughly you grab my hair with one hand while digging your other hand into my side. I can feel the bruises forming on my hips from the sink but I don't care. I'd look into the mirror, into your eyes and beg you to fuck me.