#13782 - He stood up and pointed a finger at the Reflection who looked at him confused, he motioned for her to come to him and she stood up, taking her hand out from her skirt, she walked over and looked at them uncertainly. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and turned as she pulled them down, past the curve of her ass, she bent over and slowly dragged them down, Fletcher could see her cotton panties, then his breath caught as her sex was revealed, clearly defined through the wet material, she kicked her jeans towards the growing pile of clothes and knelt in front of Fletcher clad in only a matching pair of dark red underwear. “Suck it” Fletcher ordered and the Reflection eagerly took it into her mouth, she gasped around it when she felt him grab her head and begin to face fuck her, she took him deep into her throat, fighting back the gag reflex she moaned, this sent Fletcher over the edge, he gripped her head and came, the first volley went straight down her throat and