Chapter 63 – Mirrors and Incontinence
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Sophia’s body shuddered with every step Carl took, and a suppressed moan escaped. Carl rubbed Sofia’s breasts, played with the joint between his cock and cunt, then grabbed Sophia’s arm and lowered her body.
Sophia’s body and Carl’s body were perpendicular. Sophia, whose body was supported by Carl’s hand holding her elbow, was only dizzy with her vision shaking every time she walked, the floor in front of her eyes, and Carl’s feet. I feel constant pain in my vagina. Whenever I wanted to stop for a moment, the knife shook my waist without fail.
Sophia. Can you feel it My cock moving inside your vagina.
Sophia was silent.
Carl was constantly talking to Sophia. Sophia, you don’t try to say it with your own mouth, but I feel like anyone who sees you right now will ask if you’re a ‘fucking house’. Really isn’t it? With your cunt wrapped around my cock and the little girl hanging from the waistband. I won’t let go with a tight grip
Sofia’s breasts tremble. Carl placed Sophia’s face on the table and shook her waist. Sophia’s cheek is crushed by the cold glass. Sophia’s body shuttled back and forth. There was no thought of resistance in Sophia’s head. It was just her concern when this would end.
However, Sophia’s body was constantly being injected with pleasure. Sophia’s gaping mouth leaked her moaning and heavy breathing, and her cunt juice dripped down her cunt, soaking the leg of her sword. Her continued pleasure drove Sophia’s mind far.
“Sophia. Look.”
Carl took Sophia elsewhere. While she was walking, the cock that kept going back and forth inside her vagina was soft and pleasant. Her pleasures piled up and made her bodily sensations sensitive. Carl lifted Sophia up again. Sophia felt the knife’s flesh on her back.
Carl’s hand touched Sophia’s breast again. The hand gripped tightly as if to tear it was obviously painful, but there was a pleasant feeling in the middle of the pain. So Sophia let out a gasping scream. “It hurts, heh, heh, heh… !”
“Sophia is lewd.”
Carl whispered in Sofia’s ear. It was a definition of her character, Sophia. Sophia gradually forgot her thoughts about herself. I’m naughty Yeah, that’s why I’m gasping. I like her dick, so her body is reacting on its own. These were all words Carl whispered in Sofia’s ear.
The words that Carl pushed into Sophia’s ears reached Sophia’s brain and made Sophia herself repeat the words over and over again. Haha” Sophia tightened Carl’s cock with her warm breath. It sounded like it was just asking him to cum, so Carl got excited again.
Carl’s cock hardened a little, his hand clamping down on Sophia’s throat. Sophia choked her breath. As his mind faded away, Carl’s hand, which had been strangling his neck, gave him a breather. Blood circulated slowly, and he enjoyed Sophia’s body in a messy mixture of pleasure and the joy of survival.
At that moment, Sophia’s gaze turned to the mirror.
“See? Sophia?”
I heard Carl’s voice. Sophia’s golden eyes looked at herself in the mirror. It was next to the toilet. Full-length mirror next to the bathroom. Sophia’s cunt connected to Carl’s cock was exposed. Sophia stared blankly at herself in the mirror. It’s quite strange to see yourself getting stuck in a cock and messing about as if you’re happy.
Of course she loves knives. She never once hated sex with Carl. And it wasn’t that he didn’t know that it was an obscene act. Just Sophia was the first time she saw him having sex with her. She said, in fact, how many people could see with her own eyes watching herself having sex with herself, at least Sophia was seeing herself now for the first time.
Sophia is a saint She is a faithful woman chosen by the Goddess. Retaining her virginity, she was given an oracle, and she went on a journey without knowing a man. Even during her travels, Sophia lived her faithfulness and chastity, far from her lewdness. She then gives Carl her virginity and learns of her sex, and now she is in the water by Carl’s hand.
To Sophia, her own appearance was no different from an ugly prostitute. She was not virtuous at all. It would be sex with someone she loved, but she wasn’t beautiful at all. Her sense of immorality from there colored her Sophia’s heart. “This… ” “Why?” Sophia couldn’t answer.
I don’t think this is right. She couldn’t say what was on her mind. Perhaps she was conscious of the sword holding her from behind, but the reason. Sophia stopped her thoughts. Why? She was afraid to think of anything more. Her breath seems to stop.
The reflections of Sophia and Carl were reflected in the mirror. Sophia’s erect nipples protruded from the gaps between her fingers gripped by her sword, her severed arms and legs were limp, and her sword’s cock extended to Sophia’s cunt. A lot of love juice was dripping from her joints.
“Sophia. I will move.”
At that moment, Carl’s voice was overly friendly. The voice that returned to her lover whispered her love, spoke to Sophia as if asking for her permission, but in reality contained a message that was nothing short of a notice. Carl’s cock moved slowly. She moved as if to scrape Sophia’s vagina. Sophia had neither the mind nor the will to resist her, and she merely let out her strange breath. Whoa-, ah-, -sssss, hooss-.
Even as Sophia’s eyes were immersed in her pleasure, she was looking at herself. Golden eyes, fair skin, and red-hot breasts. Carl’s cock went in and out of her erect clitoris and her own pussy.
His cock was wet and glistening with love juice. In her mirror, he could feel the shape of something heavy digging into her vagina as it entered Sofia’s cunt, and the movement of his cock scraping away from her vagina as she exited.
The cock pulsated. Even her cock had veins. Sofia felt the pulse of her sword and the pulse of her cock at the same time. It was love. She didn’t even know that in reality she wasn’t love, but Sophia decided she would define it as love. If so, it is love. Her love for her cock.
Cook, Cook. Sophia let out her breath every time the knife bounced up her back. Ah! Oh no! Hick! It was a shrill voice. Every time he heard a scream, Carl squeezed Sophia’s breast hard. I thought her heart would break. The hand that had been caressing Sophia’s chest squeezed Sofia’s shoulder, as if she couldn’t contain her excitement. She held her waist with one hand and her shoulder with the other. Her side hurt from the strong grip.
The knife’s waist moved vigorously. Until now, he prioritized the rapport with Sophia and had driven her slowly, gently, and calmly in a whisper. Sophia let out a screeching scream every time the knife bounced around her back and stabbed her vagina. It wasn’t the kind of sound she could put up with.
Sophia’s eyes turned to her self. With her mouth hanging open, she drools. Saliva falls A raunchy voice echoes and she reaches her ears again. Her contemptuous groan was now uttered with all her might through her own mouth. Sophia let out her screams as if to vomit her.
“Karl, Carl, I love you, because I love you! Whoa!”
Sophia swallowed her words behind her back. However, neither Carl nor Sophia needed to ask or give an answer about the rumors that were swallowed up. Action was enough. When the knife bounced around her waist, Sophia also bounced off her body. And in that state, Sophia’s vagina was covered with her semen. I could feel Carl’s body trembling. Sophia’s body also trembled. His thighs were brought together. Semen flowed down between the neatly gathered thighs, mixing with the love juice.
The whole scene was seen in a mirror. Sophia watched herself in the mirror watching herself being eaten by the knife, getting the semen out, and the semen running down her thighs. He saw the look on Carl’s face as he tasted him, the sounds that came out of his mouth, the way his body heated up.
I saw her nipples erect, her body reddened where the knife was gripped, her clitoris erect, her cock reciprocating, her cunt pulsing and cum dripping.
Despite his extreme sensitivity, Carl’s cock bounced back and forth several more times. He wasn’t quite as big as he once was. The knife didn’t feel like it was moving with any clear purpose either.
However, white foam rose from Sophia’s pussy due to the piston.
Sophia saw it. And, I saw her expression. Involuntarily, he stuck out his tongue and let out a vulgar scream.
“Knife,”
“Huh?”
“I must be a lewd person.”
Sophia cried. Carl smiled. “That’s right. But it’s okay. Because you are mine.” Sophia was delighted with the words, but strangely uneasy. “Is that so?” But happy
As Carl gently hugged Sophia and kissed her on the neck, Sophia let out the pee she had been holding back.
“Ah.”
Sophia looked back at her sword with her quivering eyes. “Karl, this.” Carl was still smiling softly.
“Sophia is a lewd manneken pissing bitch.”
Said Carl, flicking his tongue.
