The second option that appeared in my mind was to beg for mercy.
Michael tossed me up and down, and my whole body couldn't help but move with Michael's movements. I had to hold Michael tightly as if I was attached to his embrace. Michael was delighted with my tactful behavior, but he got a faster and more powerful penetration.
I wanted to cry but had no tears because of Michael. I felt like I was riding a disobedient horse, and my lower body was sore and unbearably swollen.
I felt both comfortable and uncomfortable. I cried intermittently, "Slow down. I can't take it anymore. It's too deep! Ah!!!"
Michael turned a deaf ear to my words, but his movements became more rapid because of my breathing.
He frowned slightly and grabbed the back of my neck, which was drenched in sweat. He tapped his fingers on the mark twice, tilted his head, and kissed me.
"Argh!!!"
