"Stop... but don't stop," she pants, her eyes locked onto her reflection, watching her breasts rise and fall, her pussy throb. She's a slave to her desire, her fingers dancing over her clit, dipping into her wetness, tracing the edge of her sex. She's a dominatrix, but right now, she's the submissive, bound by her own lust. She wants to stop, but her body craves more, her hips grinding, her pussy aching, as she chases her climax, her cries of pleasure filling the room.