My face contorted slightly from the heat of my body. Michael stared at me. I felt his breath getting heavier and heavier. His forehead seemed burning hot, passing through the air to me.
My forehead also began to sweat. Michael leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
But that was not enough. His gaze was fixed on the spot where our privates met.
It was the most intimate part of our bodies, but now it was being pushed away, entirely out of sight. I looked down, only to see my red flesh nibbling at Michael's penis and a ring of murky white fluid dripping from it. I didn't know what it was, but it was obscene.
My lower body was wet, my labia were filled with blood, and my clitoris was bulging. It was like a small bean, red and round. It was hard not to notice it.
Michael reached out and pinched my bulging flesh. The aching and numb pleasure multiplied and spread to my limbs. I let out a low hum and unconsciously revealed an intoxicated expression.
