Michael reached out and pressed my hand against the bed. I couldn't do any more extensive wiggling. I looked helplessly at Michael.
Instead, Michael straightened his back and thrust all the way in.
I let out a sobbing groan. Michael felt both pain and pleasure.
The pain was not an accurate description. The slight tingling sensation of his penis rubbing against the walls of my G-spot was quickly soothed by the pleasure that came from deep within. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I just wanted more.
I reflexively contracted my vagina, wanting Michael's penis to stay inside me for a bit longer. It would be best if we stayed close and never separated.
Michael held my leg with one hand and rubbed it repeatedly on my butt with the other.
