James
Charlotte howls as Michael rams inside her, powering deep. It's like an onslaught as he f***s her with everything he's got, and her raging response drives him on.
This isn't the Michael I usually see, that she usually sees. His love-making is normally gentle and considerate, careful of her limits. But now, he's taking her....
.... and her answering cry of triumph with every hilted thrust he makes, tells him....
.... and me....
.... everything he needs to know....
She's trying to clutch at him, her fingers clawing into his back, but he takes her at the wrists, stretching her arms above her head, tensioning her body under himself. The tension pulls her waist and belly tighter, her breasts ride higher. And now with his hold on her, he can drive even harder.
She's slick and glist
