“Look at me fox” he demands, his voice edged with confidence and control.

You glance in the direction of your mirrored reflection, your hair gripped by his hand, his forearm flexing, fist clenching tight.

You feel the bright burn of your scalp claimed by his domination. “You look so good with my cock inside you” He tells you, promising the truth, his eyes glancing down to admire the tight split of your behind, watching the throbbing slow stroke of his cudgel cock rubbing you to the core.