Every wave of Michael's pleasures seemed precious and sweet after the unrequited ordeal. They quickly filled every vein in my body, carrying the pleasure to every nook and cranny of my body and eroding my will with ease.
I felt hot in my breath and an unmistakable itch in my lower body. Michael's violent movements had inflamed the mucous membranes, making them crave deeper penetration.
Michael was still pushing hard, his soaked penis thrusting in and out relentlessly, its full tip pressing against my G-spot inside me. Within a few rounds, I felt myself shudder again, and I was about to come again.
The rush of pleasure was so intense that it scared me, and I pushed my hand against Michael's chest, shivering. "No, it's too much, Michael... "
I wanted to close my legs, but because Michael's waist was stuck between my legs, I couldn't do anything. I could only kick in vain and let Michael thrust his penis into me.
