111 The Game of Dominance

My moans seemed to drive Michael into a frenzy, his desire intensifying with every sound I made. His hips moved with a wild, uncontrollable rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful. He would pull out only halfway before slamming back into me, like a relentless force, his hard length slicing through my wetness and reaching the deepest parts of me.

The sensation was overwhelming—my G-spot pulsed with heat as his cock stretched and filled me completely. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t suppress the low, husky groans escaping my throat. It was as if my entire body was vibrating with pleasure, my scalp tingling with the intensity of it.

I didn’t resist. I didn’t struggle. Instead, I surrendered to Michael, my body laid out beneath him in a submissive pose. I offered him everything, every soft, intimate part of me, letting him take what he wanted, how he wanted. My arms rested loosely on his shoulders, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. The he