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 ...