Everywhere,
Michael fucked me everywhere
Dahlia thought to herself, as she recalled the thoughts, Michael had fucked her everywhere in her own body and everywhere in he wanted to "mark" her everywhere In his house, meaning he wanted to make her cum everywhere. He'd fucked her pussy, her tits, her throat and her mouth. And now...
He was going to fuck her in her ass.
Dahlia gasped as she felt him pushing his cock against her asshole.
Michael pushed harder, forcing his cock into her tight hole. Dahlia cried out in pain and pleasure, as Michael's cock stretched her ass wide open. He kept pushing, until he was buried deep in her ass.
"Oh God, Michael!" Dahlia screamed. "Fuck my ass hard!" Michael slammed his hips into her ass, causing Dahlia to scream again. "Yes! Fuck my ass!" Dahlia yelled. Michael grabbed her hips and began to pound into her.
Dahlia could feel his cock hitting her cervix every time he thrust into her. She could feel an orgasm building inside her, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to hold it back.
Michael slapped her ass hard, causing her to cry out. He pulled his cock out of her ass and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Dahlia knew what was coming next.
Michael slid his cock back into her ass, fucking her with short, quick strokes. Dahlia couldn't help but moan each time he entered her.
Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "I'm gonna cum soon, you better beg for it or I'll make you suck my cock after I fuck your ass!" Dahlia didn't need to be told twice.
"Please Michael, please cum in my ass!" Michael let go of her hair and rammed his cock into her ass. Dahlia screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body.
Michael slammed his cock into her ass one last time and came deep inside her. Dahlia collapsed on the bed, exhausted from the intense orgasm. Michael lay beside her, holding her in his arms.
They fell asleep together, with his cock still buried in her ass.The next morning, Dahlia woke up slowly, not wanting to get out of bed. Michael stirred and rolled over. Dahlia looked at him and smiled.
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"Good morning, beautiful," he said. "You're such a good girl. You can come out whenever you want." Dahlia smiled and got out of bed. "Can I have some breakfast?" she asked. "Sure, sweetheart. "
Michael went into the kitchen and made pancakes and bacon. Dahlia sat at the table and ate them quickly. "I'm going to take a shower and then we can talk about the rest of our lives," Dahlia said. "Okay, baby. "
After their hasty breakfast, Dahlia headed to the bathroom to take a shower while Michael tidied up the kitchen. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he watched her disappear behind the bathroom door. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, and he knew he needed to talk to Dahlia about their future.
As the warm water cascaded down Dahlia's body, she took a deep breath, trying to find a moment of calm in the midst of chaos. She thought about the life she had left behind, her family, her friends, and, most importantly, Abel. It was hard to fathom the enormity of the changes that had been thrust upon her.
When Dahlia stepped out of the shower, her thoughts were still clouded with uncertainty. She wrapped herself in a towel and returned to the living room, where Michael was waiting. His eyes met hers, and he could see the turmoil within her.
Sitting down on the couch, Michael gestured for Dahlia to join him. "Dahlia, we need to talk about what comes next," he began, his tone serious yet gentle.
Dahlia nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of their situation. "I know, Michael. I've been thinking about it. I can't stay locked up here forever, but I can't forget where I came from either."
Michael reached out to hold her hand, a rare display of vulnerability. "I don't want you to forget your past, Dahlia. I just want to provide you with a better future. London is an opportunity, and it's not about erasing your past; it's about building a new life."
Dahlia's gaze softened as she looked at him. "I know you mean well, Michael, but I can't help but feel trapped here. I need time to adjust to all of this."
Michael nodded in understanding. "I promise, we'll take things slow. You can visit your family and friends, and I'll make sure you're safe. We can build a life together, and you won't feel trapped."
Dahlia smiled weakly, her heart a mixture of emotions. "Thank you for understanding, Michael. I just need a bit of time to adapt to this new reality."
Michael leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Take all the time you need, Dahlia. I'll be here with you every step of the way."
As they sat there, the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on their faces. The uncertainties of the future still loomed, but for a brief moment, they found solace in each other's presence, knowing that they would face the challenges ahead together.