You want to curl up and sleep until next month but Michael hasn't even come yet and this is his moment. You're also totally intrigued by how hard he is. You want that hard length inside you and you're already salivating at the thought.
He is on his feet and he walks to the bedside table and pulls out some condoms, ripping one open and pinching the tip while he rolls it on, his jeans dumped on the floor.
You don't known how he wants you so you sit on the bed awkwardly, awaiting instruction. He gets between your legs and removes the jiggle balls and the feeling awakens your senses once again.
You squeal as he pulls you to the end of the bed and throws you over it so your feet are on the floor and your holding yourself up by your hands, ass pointed to his crotch. He doesn't waste time but grips your breasts and holds on to them as he shoves in to you.
You'd forgotten how turned on his heavy breathing makes you. He sounds so sexy when he is grunting and panting like that and you love that it is you that makes him feel that way. Your sex is still tender from the previous fifteen orgasms and you don't expect to build as quickly as you do but minutes in you can feel that urge to explode and it stuns you.
How has this boy gone from making you come twice in half an hour to making you come ten, nearly eleven times in half an hour? It's absurd. Your mind has wandered and, as such, you're given no warning when your sex pulsates around him as you come. Your eyes screw shut as you let out a breathy moan and, even though you can't see him, you know that Michael is smirking.
After the first one (or technically eleventh) its easy for him to push you over and you come again and again. Somehow you manage seven more mind blowing orgasms as Michael punches his length in to you. Seven! Your body is a tired mess and it feels like your soul has been turned to ash inside you and rained down your blood stream. Your heart is crashing against your chest and you are rising again.
"Come with me baby," Michael pleads.
You don't have a choice. His hand lowers to your sex and he uses the pad of his thumb to rub your sensitive spot. Your body sparks like a fire igniting. Your head snaps back and your eyes widen. You bite down on you lip so hard that you draw blood but it doesn't hold back the ear splitting scream that rips from your body as you come one final time. Your body lurching and writhing in its satisfaction.
Michael comes too, his length squirting in to the condom and together to roll over and fall back on the bed.
"Wow," you stutter, still coming down from your high.
"You like that babe?" he grins.
You nod.
"Round two?" he chuckles and you swat him, playfully.
