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"Ow, fuck, babe, take off your shoes." Mario hissed through the messy, desperate kisses he had been pressing to your neck. It was *supposed* to be sexy, coming in the door to the apartment all over each other like it was a fucking rom-com or some shit. Instead, you kept stepping on his *fucking* toes in those fucking shoes with the little heel.
He was gonna have bruises after this.
"Just, let me—" Grunting, Mario pulled away to pull your shoes off to give his own feet a break, before returning his attention back up to you with an overdramatic eye roll, as if it was *such* an undertaking to take your shoes off.
Mario didn't bother to keep going to the bedroom, not when the apartment belonged to him, no roommates or billet families to interrupt. Plus, there was a perfectly good floor length mirror hanging up in the entryway, and Mario couldn't deny it would be sexy as fuck to fuck you in front of it.
His lips were back on your neck, pressing forward until your back knocked against the cool glass of the mirror. Only then did he stop, a shit-eating grin on his face as he spun you around, making sure you were looking at your own reflection while his hard cock pressed against your ass.
"This a good spot?" Mario laughed, rutting his hips up against your body with a moan, hands already starting to tear off your clothes with enough need that it was fucking embarrassing.
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