53. Michael

MICHAEL

A ll at once, Alice flies off the edge.

Her body tenses.

Her pussy pulses around my tip.

And her head flies back with a loud moan.

I wrap my arm around her, my other hand still playing with her little clit, and I move my knees closer together before I jerk her back down.

She cries out as she sits firmly onto my lap, her body spasming around my length as I bury myself to the hilt.

And that’s all it takes.

My body follows hers, as it will until the end of time, and I empty myself inside her.