My groaning was like a potent aphrodisiac, making Michael's desire grow more intense. He literally swung his hips out of control, and each time his penis was only halfway out, he would stuff it back in again, like a sharp blade piercing through the folds of the jungle and into the innermost recesses.
I felt the heat of my G-spot wrapping around his body and the low, husky, muffled groans that escaped my throat involuntarily, the physical pleasure so intense that my scalp tingled.
I did not struggle or resist. Instead, I lay under Michael in a nearly submissive position, giving my mate the softest and most intimate parts of my body to take as he pleased.
My arms were still half-placed on Michael's shoulders, and our bodies were so close together, chest to chest, thighs to thighs. Where our skin touched, sweat inevitably oozed out, making me feel closer.
