He loosened his grip on me. I grabbed his arm and panted. Before I could catch my breath, Michael turned around with me in his arms.
"Hmm, what are you doing?" I asked.
Michael's penis was still stuck in my vagina. After hearing what I said, he pushed it back in and replied calmly, "Go back to bed."
He looked so sure that I believed him.
Although I disagreed with the position he was currently holding me in, I had to compromise for a moment, considering Michael's usual overbearing and nasty style. I shamelessly moved forward with Michael's penis in my hands.
I felt that every step was challenging, that my body was too sensitive when I was having sex with Michael, and that Michael was astonishingly large. His penis was almost perfectly embedded in my vagina, and as he moved, it moved with regularity; the tendons throbbed against the delicate walls of my vagina almost all the time.
