Tasha and I had barely slept that night. We spent hours rubbing genitals and shoving fingers deep inside our pussys, laying side by side on the bed.

We continuously hit climax but it wasn't climax enough.

Our pussys were fed up with thin fingers. They needed something bigger. Longer. And fatter.

“Kyla, I badly need a cock. Really bad.” Tasha had cried to me after her third orgasm that night.

And that was when I told her.

“Remember the mirror monster from earlier?” I asked.

“Yes, I do,” she answered in a whisper.

“We would return to him tomorrow,”

She flinched.

“What?! What are you talking about, Kyla?”

“You just...