My eyes watched her in the mirror, lying to myself about how I wasn't picking up speed gawking at her body. I tried to keep my eyes on her beautiful face that I loved so much, but got distracted easily. Her dangling breasts. Her flat belly. The perfect triangle between her thighs that was still taking my fingers. Even when I did make it back up to her face, not even that was safe to look at. Her eyes were closed and she looked completely calm. Soft, alluring moans came out of her mouth. So fucking beautiful. Every last bit of her.
"What about the butt plugs?" she said, finally remembering to keep talking so I knew she was okay. "What if I wanted to finger myself?"
I knew my hang up wasn't rational. She should get to do whatever she wanted to herself and yet I couldn't stop the envy. Even of her pleasuring herself.
"Are you touching my pussy without permission, whore?" I asked, my jealousy getting the better of me as I thrust into her with force.
