Michael was caught off guard by my movements and didn't have time to dodge. His penis was in my hand.
It was then that I realized something was wrong. I had already had a small orgasm, but Michael's genitals were still only half erect. He wasn't as excited as he was when we had sex.
I looked at Michael in confusion.
Michael was with me these days, and we didn't have much time for sex.
I thought Michael had dragged me to this remote corner with the same intense desire for each other that I had, and I couldn't resist the temptation to do it. But it seemed that Michael didn't have that strong desire for me, as if I was the only one immersed in it.
I was slowly embarrassed by the situation.
My clothes were pulled up, my underwear hung loosely over my body, and my breasts were completely exposed. The lower part of my body, though still neatly dressed, was wet from the orgasm and filled with Michael's fingers.
