Sheridan spread her thighs wide, relaxed and ready to join her body with the man she loved.
Michael positioned himself at her entrance. “You're so wet, sweetheart.”
“Thanks to you,” she reminded him. “Ooooh,” she moaned as the tip of his p***s slipped past her entrance.
His expression told her it felt just as amazing as he remembered, but this time, he was not quite on the brink, having relieved a great deal of the pressure the previous night.
I'm ready and perfectly willing this time, especially after that amazing o****m. I wonder if that was beginner's luck, or if he's just gifted. Given that it's Michael, I suspect the latter.
Sheridan experienced a flutter of trepidation as Michael penetrated her from above. No, not that. Don't flinch. The man you love is making love to you. It's
