"What are you doing?" Michael didn't stop.
I began to adapt to his rhythm. I calmed my breathing and said, "Mark me. Mark me, Michael."
"Mark you?" Michael snorted. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me. His penis slipped out of me. Then, he let go of his hand. At the same time, he forcefully pushed his hip and pierced me with his large penis to its hilt.
"Ah!" I screamed.
I had already gotten used to Michael's size, but after being so violently and rapidly invaded, I still felt a little uncomfortable. I realized what I said might have made Michael unhappy, but I didn't know what was wrong with it.
Didn't Michael always want to mark me?
Did he bring me back just to punish me? Did he not want me anymore?
Soon, I did not overthink. Michael was rough, but the pleasure was double.
