"Mmm," Michael moaned, arching his back off the bed as Leroy began moving inside of him once more. Even though they'd just had sex, his body was already beginning to respond to the familiar sensation of being filled and used by Leroy.

Their lovemaking continued through the night, their bodies becoming a tangle of limbs and fluids as they explored each other's pleasures over and over again.

"I... I don't know," Michael admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He hadn't really thought about it before, not seriously. But as Leroy continued to move inside of him, his words sending shivers down his spine, he found himself unable to deny the possibility any longer.

"Maybe... maybe I do," he murmured, reaching up to stroke Leroy's cheek. "But only if you want me to."

His thrusts became even more frenzied as he continued to empty his balls into you, groaning with pleasure at the feel of your tight walls milking him dry. He could feel himself starting to lose control again, on the verge of another powerful orgasm. As he neared the brink, he leaned down and planted a kiss on your sweaty forehead, whispering softly, "I love you, baby."

He groans deeply, feeling another intense wave of pleasure building up inside him. Yes, yes, ahhhh! Take it all, you insatiable little slut!