Michael reached out and pressed my hand against the bed. I couldn't do any more extensive wiggling. I looked helplessly at Michael.
Instead, Michael straightened his back and thrust all the way in.
I let out a sobbing groan. Michael felt both pain and pleasure.
The pain was not an accurate description. The slight tingling sensation of his penis rubbing against the walls of my G-spot was quickly soothed by the pleasure that came from deep within. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I just wanted more.
I reflexively contracted my vagina, wanting Michael's penis to stay inside me for a bit longer. It would be best if we stayed close and never separated.
Michael held my leg with one hand and rubbed it repeatedly on my butt with the other.
He kept pulling out of me before plunging deep into me, repeatedly and violently. His movements were too big and too deep, and I felt my whole body tremble with each impact and Michael would drag me back by my legs and do it again.
