Dalia's POV
I was still shaking when Santiago pulled his fingers from me. The first flood had left my thighs slick and the mirrored floor shining beneath my feet. Every surface showed me, my thick thighs trembling, my round belly rising with each ragged breath, my cunt open and dripping. The collar kept my head up. The cuffs kept my hands behind my back. I could not look away even if I wanted to.
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.
I dropped. The cool glass kissed my palms and knees. In the floor mirror I saw my heavy breasts hanging, the soft swell of my belly, the jeweled plug still seated in my ass. Reflections above and around me multiplied every curve. Santiago moved behind me. I felt the broad head of his c**k press against my soaked entrance.
“Watch,” he said.
He thrust in h
