Jay’s leather skirt and loincloth hit the floor as she bent forward, putting her hands on top of the base pedestal D’s statue stood on. Arching her back, she looked over her shoulder at Dys, thrusting her ass out and squeezing her legs tight together.


    [Censored Sex Scene. The full scene can be viewed on ScribbleHub.com]


    When Dys was finally spent, Jay pulled herself away from her mirror self’s body and sat back on her haunches, gasping for breath as both slowly recovered.


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    Eventually, Dys raised her head up and looked over Jay’s head, staring at the smirking stone face of her patron deity. “Enjoy the show, Mr. Voyeur?”


    “Well, even if he didn’t, I’m absolutely down to do this again,” Jay said with a grin, leaning back with her hands on the floor, her slightly flagging erection already starting to resurge.


    “It’s still raining, right?”


    Jadis stopped for a moment, listening to a reduced, but still present patter of rain on the roof.


    “Yup,” Jay said, answering Dys.


    Dys grinned with pearly white teeth, her playful expression turned sinful by the cum still dripping from her features.


    “Then we might as well put on an encore.”