Maggie squirmed her ass back against his cock.

"Let's go to bed," Paul whispered.

"No let's fuck right here, in front of the looking glass," Maggie suggested.

Paul grinned. He knew that his wife was a narcissist it suited him to a tee. He never had to do without a piece of ass, because Maggie could always be made hot by a compliment or a reference to how desirable her body was.

She reached behind her ass and began to stroke and fondle Paul's cock and balls. He rubbed her belly, then cupped her crotch. Her cunt was already wet and the pussy lips were parted. His fingers slipped easily through the juicy slot.

Maggie guided his cock to her cunt.

She spread her legs apart and worked the head of his prick around in her hot fuck-hole, stirring her passion with his cockhead as if it were a spoon in a bowl of cream. She rested her head against his chest and continued to look in the mirror. Paul gripped her by the hips and lunged in and up, driving the full length of his cockshaft up her pussy. Maggie whimpered with, the sensation. She began to move immediately, her wide hips grinding, her soft belly heaving. Paul started to feed the cock to her with long, steady strokes.

They both looked in the mirror.

They could see his prick vanish up her fuckhole, then reappear, lathered with cunt juice. They saw his bloated balls swing in as his belly slapped against her ass. They saw her creamy cunt lips pull and suck on his cockmeat and her clit stiffen and throb.

Inspired by the sight as much as the sensation, Maggie began to moan and cry out.

Her pussy creamed.

Hot cunt juice poured down his prickshaft and coated his balls. Paul rammed in and out with vigor and, a moment later, gasped as his balls exploded and his thick cum spurted into her cunt. He kept pounding away, pouring spurt after spurt of jism into her pussy. As he withdrew, cum and cunt juice gushed out. The cream ran down her slick thighs and flooded onto his balls.