“Oh, God, Michael….” Elizabeth’s voice is shaking, but he anchors himself to her once more without penetrating.
She tries to take him inside, her hips rising, but he cuffs her wrists with his fingers, levering her arms over his head. “You have to ask,” he says. “If you want me to f**k you, you have to ask for your Birthday Present.”
She’s all but out of control…. “Please, Michael. I want you inside me…. Please….”
My wife…. Begging another man to get inside her….
But as she speaks, as the words spill from her, he rams in; a single thrust, hilting himself as she screams under him, then withdraws.
“Like that?” he says quietly, laughter in his voice.
She’s shuddering for him, shuddering and bucking “Oh God, yes….”
And he descends, sinking his c**k into my Elizabeth in a slow easy rhythm
