Simone
“F*ck," I screamed, as I came down from my orgasm. I was currently bent over Michael's couch, and he'd been thoroughly servicing me from behind. Damn, he knew what the hell he was doing.
He continued thrusting against me, chasing his own high. He finally fell over the edge a minute later and collapsed on top of me. Still, he was careful not to rest all his weight on me. He could easily crush me if he wanted to. Sometimes I wanted him to.
“I swear you get sexier every time," he whispered huskily into my ear. I turned my body so I was facing him. He moved to his knees so I was just slightly standing over him.
“I want you to devour me," I answered, feeling like the s*x goddess he was making me.
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I didn't really mean to sleep with Michael again that night. Truthfully, I'd just
