Michael looked down at me from above and observed my reaction.
I was firmly anchored beneath Michael, and my body was weak from the unending orgasm. I could only spread my legs and groan uncontrollably. I could feel my lower body shaking one after the other, and some of the water was trickling out intermittently.
I felt as if I had lost my soul. I fell into the endless white light, and my eyes wandered.
When I returned to my senses, Michael had lifted me from my chair and walked to our bed.
There was also a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were burning with desire as he tried to hold it in.
I was still a little confused. I didn't know if Michael had just penetrated me. But, then, I subconsciously looked down and saw Michael's high-spirited member pressing against my lower abdomen, revealing a ferocious shape from his suit pants.
Could Michael not have wanted to have sex with me? Otherwise, how was he resisting such an erection?
