Michael is the kind of man I slam face down before a word leaves my mouth.

I buried my tongue in his hole and tongue-fucked him until his hips jerked clean off the mattress; then I slapped my cock against that stretched ring and drove straight in. His wrists locked behind his back while I railed him slow, deep, and merciless.

I needed his eyes on me. I flipped him, pinned his leg to my shoulder, and hammered until his fist clamped around his own dick and we both cracked up.

He straddled my face and worked me hard; I shot thick ropes across my stomach and he throat-locked me before the load cooled.