Michael paused for a moment. His palm moved from my waist to my trembling back, stroking back and forth along the curve of my spine as if he was patiently waiting for me to calm down.
Then, his warm lips touched my tear-stained lips again. He asked softly, "You don't want it anymore?"
I slowly adapted to it, and when I heard Michael ask this, I was a little embarrassed. I felt that my performance just now was a bit shameful, and I was begging for mercy from my mate.
I turned my face and said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "It's alright. It's just that it was a little too exciting just now."
Michael pondered for a moment before saying, "Then, you can do it yourself."
"Huh?" I looked at Michael in a daze.
"If you think I didn't do a good job, then you can do it yourself," Michael said as he pushed his 'hood' up.
The tip of his penis just happened to rub against my soft and wet opening, grinding until I let out a trembling groan.
