Instead she heard the familiar clunk of Joey's belt buckle unfastening, and before Anna had time to open her eyes, he had used one knee to part her legs and pushed himself inside her. Anna was wet enough for him, but so spent by her intense climax that she wasn't sure she could take Joey's vigorous thrusting. She opened her eyes. He was behind her, pulling her hair so that she had to face the mirror, one eyebrow raised as he rammed into her over and over again, daring her to quit now. His face, earlier so playful, was suddenly deadly serious. She saw his eyes dart all over her perfect body, and she knew he was horny just watching himself fuck her. He didn't know whether to feast on the sight of her ass or gaze at her bouncing little tits in the mirror, Anna could tell, and the most scrutinized, ogled, and photographed woman on the planet was getting off on it. Their mutual narcissism made her heart beat a little faster. She bent lower to show off her ass and to see more of him in the mirror. He was still wearing the battered military jacket he was famous for. Joey drove his dick into Anna so hard that her whole body jolted. Intense as it was, Anna wanted more. As if reading her mind, he placed his thumb in her mouth to lubricate it, and then deftly slid it into her ass.

With his thumb, Joey slid in and out of Anna's ass in time to his thrusting into her pussy. A shiver that began in her pelvis flowed along her limbs, numbing her arms and legs. She was oblivious to everything but the tingle deep inside her. The longer it lasted, the more she wanted it. Unable to believe she could reach another climax so soon but powerless to resist the sensations Joey created in her body, Anna surrendered to the surge of seizures that sent pins and needles rushing through her, and, writhing like an eel, she cried out this time, a long, low, wordless moan that told Joey all he needed to know.