She turned her head, looking at the mirror beside them.
Her reflection stared back.
And she gasped.
Her skin was clearer. The fine lines around her eyes—gone. The slight sag in her cheeks—firmer. Even the stretch marks on her belly were fading, disappearing before her eyes.
Her saggy skin was tightening. Her face was glowing, healthy, youthful.
She looked younger. A year, maybe more.
"I... I'm..." She blinked, unable to believe it.
Tap. Tap.
Viktor's cock tapped against her lips.
"Where were you looking?" he asked, his voice rough and demanding. "I'm still hard."
Mira's gaze shifted from the mirror to his cock. It stood proud, thick, veined, ready for more.
"I guess I will need both you and your sister to bounce on it," he said with a dark smirk.
Mira's heart hammered.
Through the mirror, she saw herself—on her knees now, his cock resting against her lips, both delicate hands held by him above her head.
She looked like a horny bitch. A slut. His slut.
And she loved it.
