Shouldn’t Ruin it

I moan loudly as I come and pull Michael in closer by his shirt. This seems to be just what he needs to slip over the edge and after a few seconds he pulls out and collapses next to me panting and sweating. Part of me really wants to tell him that it hasn’t been his wife enjoying the non-stop sex for the past three days but rather me, a 21 year old bodyhopper who mounted her as she tried on clothes at a local boutique. But I guess I wouldn’t want to ruin round three…


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