MR. MICHAEL 4.
I climbed into the chair with him, one knee on either side of his thighs, my back facing him.
“Are you sure you can take more?” He questioned.
“Yes, please.”
He grabbed my hips and dragged me down.
I gasped as I took in his full length.
“f**k,... You're still so tight.” he grunted
I started to move. Slowly at first, rolling my hips on him.
“That's it,” he growled at me. “Just like that… yes…”
I moaned out loud. My hands gripping his thighs behind me, using him for balance as I started to bounce on him.
“I can't believe I finally get to use you.” He grunted. “After all these f*****g months. f**k, you feel so good.”
“Unggh… Micheal…” He reached around, grabbed my t**s roughly, squeezing as I rode on him.
“You want to c*m again?”
I nodded steadily. “Yes, please
