
"Look at how pretty you look when you touch yourself," I said, nodding to the mirror.
She stared—two days ago, she'd been Lisa, a shy wife trapped in a life not her own; now, she was Xiao-Lan, free and wild with a stranger who felt like more. "Finish," I ordered, pressing my stiff member against her ass. "Make me proud. C*m for me."
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