The less well she could think the better being fucked started to feel though. Soon the pleasure was coming rapidly, and the hall of mirrors was quickly becoming a kaleidoscope of constantly rotating mirrors and shapes. Every thrust became both an instant and an eternity and she was lost in them. The hot slick friction of this man sliding in and out of her body had already been the worst experience of her life, but it was quickly becoming the best. She couldn't help it. She couldn't resist it. She could barely endure it. This was a hell of her own making and she burned with the pleasure that was...