My mirror image sees his approach;
Checking me out as he slides up behind..
Neck bites and sweet wet nibbles, I'm used to;
Its his cold pale skin that takes warming up to.
He turned my head to face fuck me;
I slapped him and he grinned before he turned my face back towards the mirror.
His cold slow rough touch perks my nipples to attention so much:
I whisper Dip Set's Salute under my breath.
He finds my natural hair sexy.
"Fluffy afro and a fairy dress?", he asks as he laughs.
It was exactly what he doesn't expect.
He asks if the pale red and yellow streaks are dye.
I explain I jumped fully formed from the sun and got burned.
His breath smells of strawberries and tastes of rum.
He doesn't know its the first
And last time he'll see it like that.
His tongue has a conversation with my neck,
Back and shoulders.
His fingertips introduce themselves to breasts and hips.
He curls the longest lock around his index finger
Before he pulls me into postition.
His free hand plays over the lace ruffled clasp
On the front of my grey dress.
The clasp releases, the dress drops
And so do all hesitations.
He smiles and looks at me in the mirror
Calling me his Princess.
I feel him get hard and my nipples get harder.
Slow and commanding, his hand curves around my
Breasts and slopes down my stomach.
Still looking at him smiling, and kissing me in the mirror.
Watching him finger fuck me, I squeak, before I moan.
Standing in the Wonder Woman pose on tip toes,
I ready my super powers for his onslaught.
"Salute, Salute"
