I try to take the c**k in front of me in my hands, but Michael seizes my wrists, raising my arms over my head, pressing them down on the bed. “Don´t move from that position," he instructs. He sounds stern, but his eyes are twinkling.
“Tighten your lips."
I wrap my lips around my teeth, and Michael pushes himself between, using my mouth to pleasure himself. The ridge of his c**k-head squeezes past my lips and back again, in and out again, and all the time, he is flowing more heavily, a steady trickle of briny pre-c*m, which gradually settles to my throat.
He withdraws for a moment. “Swallow," he says, watching my face. I gulp, and he pushes back inside.
My p***y is electrifying under my Master´s attentions, sending stabs of pleasure spiking through me. Two fingers inside, scraping my sw
