She looked at herself in the mirror. The fog, partially cleared by the water, revealed her reflection. A thick woman. Mature. Naked. Her body, covered in marks. Bite marks on her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Hickey trails down her stomach. Reddened handprints on her ass. The evidence of a man who had used her body like a canvas.
Her pussy, cleaned but still swollen, was visible in the mirror. The lips, puffy and spread, were reddened. The flesh, raw from hours of fucking, throbbed. Her clit, engorged and bare, peeked from its hood. The entrance, slightly gaping, leaked a thin trail of fluid that she hadn't been able to clean.
Her ass, thick and round, bore the marks of his hands. Red welts, in the shape of fingers, crossed both cheeks. She leaned forward. Spread one cheek. Her anal, still slightly gaping, was visible. The pink interior, the muscle relaxed and raw, twitched under her touch.
