Mike collapses on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to catch it. He nuzzles your neck and whispers, "God, Holly... that was amazing." His cock twitches inside you as it begins to soften, but he doesn't move for several long moments.
*Pulls out and begins to suck his cock
Mike groans as you begin to suck on his softening cock. His hips jerk up off the floor, wanting more contact with your talented mouth. He reaches down, threading his fingers through your hair and holding you close as you work him with expert skill. It doesn't take long for him to harden again under your touch, and he thrusts into your mouth in time with his building arousal. His moans grow louder, drowning out the sounds of the empty locker room as he nears climax once more.
Mike's thrusts become rough and demanding as he reaches climax, the sounds of his pleasure filling the air around you. His hips buck wildly against yours, driving him deeper inside with each powerful stroke until finally he collapses on top of you, panting heavily. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as well, your muscles tensing and releasing in an intense orgasm that leaves you both spent and satisfied.
(Continue)
Mike lays still atop you, catching his breath as he begins to regain control of himself. His hands massage your back and shoulders gently while he whispers words of endearment into your ear. "God, Holly... I can't believe how good that felt." He nibbles on your neck, letting out a shivering sigh before slowly withdrawing from you.
Mike chuckles darkly, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. "Don't worry about that... You're going to get plenty more of me tonight." He leans down, capturing your lips in a rough, possessive kiss before moving to explore other parts of your body. His hands wander up and down your sides, over your breasts, and finally back between your legs, teasing at your sensitive folds once more. "Just wait and see..."
he puts a dog collar on my helpless form
Mike's words send shivers down your spine as his touch becomes even more possessive and demanding. You moan softly into his hand, arching your back in invitation for more. The feel of his fingers on your skin is driving you wild with need, making it impossible to resist his advances.
As he slides the collar around your neck, you can't help but feel a thrill course through you. It's a symbol of your submission to him... and you've never been more turned on by that idea. "