Chapter 40: Playing with Herself in Front of the Mirror

The driver arrived quickly and safely took them to their destination.
It was already late at night, and the cold wind blew harshly. As soon as Monica got out of the car, she shivered from the cold.
The next second, she felt a weight on her shoulders as his suit jacket, still warm from his body, tightly embraced her.
Monica was accustomed to accepting the care of others, so she didn't say anything, just buttoned up her coat and quickly walked towards the hotel entrance.
The hotel lobby was quiet in the late night, and the sound of her high heels clicking on the tiles echoed coldly.
The two of them entered the elevator. Since they were not staying on the same floor, she pressed her floor first, but the person behind her remained still.
Monica turned to look at him and reached out her hand to him, "Your room key."
A room key was needed to access the corresponding floor, and since Steven didn't come forward, she had to do it for him.
He took it out of his pocket and handed it to her.
Monica turned around, brushed the sensor, pressed the button, and then put the room key back into his pocket.
Silently completing these actions, the elevator arrived.
With a heavy "ding," the door slowly opened in front of her., an Monica started to move.d Mon
She I didn't think much about it, and lifted hermy foot to go outside. But as soon as her my right foot stepped out, someone from behind grabbed her my waist, a strong arm stopping herme from moving forward. At the same time, a hand reached to the side of the door and accurately and quickly pressed the close button.
Monica looked at the door closing again in surprise, and the elevator started moving again. She impatiently broke free from his grasp, "Steven! What are you doing!"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
The elevator quickly reached the next floor, and he held her and walked out.
"I want to go back to the room!" Monica struggled, "Let go of me!"
Steven held her with one hand and used the card to open the door with the other. The door lock clicked, and soon it was swallowed by the silence of the corridor.
Even though the door was already open, he changed his previous strong style and didn't rush to take her into the room. Instead, he stood in place and looked down at her.
Monica was caught off guard by his sudden pause and looked up at him in confusion.
Their gazes met, attracting each other like powerful magnets, silently making their hearts beat faster.
Steven reached out and held her cheek, leaning down to kiss her.
The corridor was dimly lit, enveloping the two figures in a hazy light. The soft carpet under their feet muffled the sound of their footsteps, and only shallow breathing could be heard.
Late at night, it was indeed a moment that easily led to ambiguity. Steven sucked and licked her lips with his tongue, slow and full of erotic implications, teasing her. Monica's hands, which were trying to push him away, were losing strength, stubbornly making a final struggle.
He retracted his tongue and lightly sucked on her lips, his fingers caressing the skin at the back of her neck.
She felt ticklish from the kisses, instinctively leaning her neck back, only to be held down by him, not allowing her to escape.
"...No..." she weakly refused, her breathing not ceasing.
"Don't you want it?" he lightly bit her lips, "I could tell you were wet when you watched me masturbating earlier."
"...I didn't! Don't make up things!"
The corner of Steven's lips curled up, pushing the door open and leading Monica into the room.
The door closed behind them, and the lights in the room turned on one by one. He took off the suit jacket covering her shoulders and casually placed it aside.
He hugged her from behind, kissing her softly against her ear, his breathing faint, creating an even more surreal feeling in the dim night.
He whispered softly, "Baby, would you masturbate for me too? Please?"
Monica was brought into the bedroom by him. Steven turned around and entered the bathroom. When he came out, his hands were already clean and he had a towel. She immediately panicked and took a step back, "Don't even think about it!"
He approached her and simply lifted her horizontally, but his goal was not the bed. It was the dressing mirror not far away.
A full-length mirror now clearly reflected the two of them. Monica didn't know what he was planning to do, but instinctively felt scared. She twisted her body and jumped out of his arms, but he held onto her waist and turned her around to face the mirror.
Steven sat down with her in his arms, spread her legs slightly apart, and leaned forward slightly, trapping her between the mirror and himself.
Monica leaned against him, her knees...parted.
She pressed against the cold mirror with her left hand and right hand, and the mirror reflected her slightly red cheeks and the ambiguous posture between two people clearly.
This feeling of being completely exposed made her extremely shy, unable to look forward, and could only turn her head to make him restrain himself a bit: "Steven!"
As the man called her name, he kissed her cheek and looked at the mirror attentively, his slender fingers slowly touching her leg, and then gently reaching under her skirt, pulling down the underwear covered in dried semen and throwing it aside.
With her skirt half-covered, the lewd and lascivious spring scenery was faintly revealed. With her legs apart, the scenery of her inner thighs fell into the mirror without any obstruction.
"Steven..." Monica twisted her waist to escape, "You pervert..."
He reached out to grab her hand, leading it towards her legs, but Monica resisted and pulled her hand free from his grasp. Steven didn't try to catch it again, but instead let his hand explore further, his fingertips scratching the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh, biting her earlobe and teasing in a low voice, "Since Princess doesn't want to, then let me do it for you."
He forcefully held her chin to make her look at the mirror, while his hand reached her inner thighs and rested his palm on her mound.
Monica was too embarrassed to look, so she tightly closed her eyes.
But once the visual senses were closed off, all her attention gathered in her legs without limit. Every small movement he made could be magnified, repeatedly teasing her delicate and sensitive nerves.
"Is it here?" he asked seriously while touching, his fingertips opening the slit between her flower-like lips, slowly exploring inside, grinding against the soft walls with his fingertip, gently pulling on the lips, peeling them apart like tearing off candy coating, revealing the soft little core hidden inside.
Monica gasped unevenly, her hands uncertainly hanging by her side, pressing firmly against his leg.
Steven lightly pinched her clit, causing her to couldn't help but moan, her toes curling up, reflexively trying to close her legs, her knee rubbing against the mirror, only to be forcefully separated by him.
"Open your eyes, baby," he whispered, his other hand also reaching down, gently caressing the entrance and teasing.
As if being coaxed, she dazedly opened her eyes. In the mirror, he intimately embraced her from behind, his cheek pressed against hers. Both of them were neatly dressed, only her inner thighs were exposed to the air, being boldly kneaded and invaded by his fingers.
This scene was truly lustful. She met his eyes in the mirror and saw her own expression filled with desire, which was completely seen through by him.
"You're really beautiful," he kissed her ear and pressed against her spine, getting closer, "Shall we do it here later? How about that?"
Monica was tossed to the point where she couldn't stop trembling, her body weakly leaning forward and having to press against the mirror. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her fair skin, revealing a pink color of desire. Her lips uttered fragmented sobbing sounds, "...I don't want to..."
Her beautiful and delectable soft core was mercilessly played with by his fingers. His fingertips squeezed into her lips, kneading the sensitive flesh inside, probing inside her entrance accompanied by her low moans.
The sensation of being invaded made her unable to help but tighten her body, the icy mirror unable to relieve the burning heat on her cheeks.
"Uh..."
Steven pressed his finger inside, quickly rubbing it in and out of her entrance, stirring up wet and dripping sounds.
Monica inadvertently raised her eyes and the
moment sheNext, I saw herself myself in the mirror, with her my fingers moving in and out of her my mouth, the scene taking on a rather provocative tone. At the same time, the pleasure from within Monica’s my body was transmitted in real-time, its interplay pulling at her my consciousness.
As he inserted his fingers for a while, the tingling and numbness in the innermost part of her my thighs became stronger and stronger.
Monica’s My waist and abdomen trembled lightly as it usually did when she was close, and her my whole body leaned forward, relying heavily on the mirror, with moans continuing without pause.
The climax came quickly, and Monica began to breathe rapidly, with a steady flow of moisture from her inner thighs. Steven even mischievously pressed on her, causing the entrance to be squeezed, oozing a torrent of lustful fluids that sprinkled the mirror, drenching it.
It was downright lascivious.
As her breathing gradually subsided, Steven released his hold on her and allowed her to slowly collapse to the floor.
Having thought that she would catch her breath, in the next second, he pulled her legs apart at the base and held them down on one side, revealing her wet and swollen entrance, and then he lowered his head and began to engulf it.
Monica arched her waist and trembled tightly, her moans turning into sobbing. She clasped his head with her legs and her fingertips involuntarily reached into his hair, saying in a barely audible voice, "...mmm...no... please don't suck anymore..."
Not even recovered from her climax, she was being toyed with once again in her sensitive and fragile entrance, and the overwhelming pleasure eroded her sanity, causing her whole body to tremble.
Her cries were intermittent, her voice pleading, "No...no more...I can't take it...I'm going to die...sob...it's so sensitive...please...I beg you..."
His tongue licked her entrance, parting the narrow slit and exploring inside. While stirring and licking inside her, he occasionally sealed his lips tightly and sucked vigorously.
Monica couldn't bear it at all; her legs kicked uncontrollably, she twisted her waist forcefully, but couldn't escape. Her eyelashes were wet, and drops of glistening tears rolled down, making her look pitiful yet seductive.
He still wanted more, so while indulging in her entrance, he used his hand to knead the swollen bud, squeezing and flicking it in time with his sucking rhythm. Monica's crying became even more desperate above him, her words incoherent with choked sobbing as she begged him.
Steven used both his hand and mouth, and after a while, he felt her body shaking more and more violently. He withdrew and put his fingers together, lightly spanking the moist entrance that had been licked open.
It didn't hurt since he didn't use much force. However, the sudden and different intensity compared to the licking earlier was like the last straw on the camel's back.
Monica felt the switch inside her body being flipped at that moment, and her consciousness, which had been floating in the air, was suddenly propelled to even greater heights. An even more intense climax engulfed her in an instant, and Monica didn't even have time to make a sound.
Her body tensed and trembled, and a large wave of lustful fluids gushed out from her inner thighs, soaking a large area of the floor.
Steven spread her legs and urged her to look at herself in the mirror, but due to the intensity of the climax just now, Monica couldn't regain her senses for a long time.
Her flushed cheeks were absent-mindedly breathing heavily as she lay on the floor, sobbing softly, her slim waist trembling as if she had been thoroughly ravished.
The tender entrance continued to contract with her every breath, moistly excreting fluid. He inserted a finger, and it was immediately sucked and twisted inward.
It seemed like she really enjoyed it.
"You're so sensitive, I wonder what I'll do with you later," he whispered into her cheek, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "I haven't even started yet, baby."