I pushed Michael against the bed.
"You are above average," I said. I was completely on top of him now and he was flustered.
"I learned in health class when I was a teenager," I continued. "4-6 erect inches is average," I ground against Michael hard as kissed him. "And you're 5 flaccid," I smiled feeling how irrelevant that was at the moment. "And over 7 erect," I ground against him, eliciting a groan.
His bits, despite his clothes, were directly through my folds, rubbing right against the entrance of my vagina.
I rocked my hips back and forth, closing my eyes in ecstasy as his tip entered me through three layers of cotton.
I reached down and unzipped Michael's fly, unbuttoning and pulling down his jeans and boxers. I pulled my own dress off over my head and kicked my panties off. I unhooked my bra and climbed back on Michael.
I moved to kiss him again as I felt his entire body tense.
He flipped me on my back and ravished my lips, placing himself back at my entrance as he did so.
Michael paused for a moment. Touched the side of my face and drew his hips back. He kissed me deeply and thrust himself all the way into me
I just lay there, paralysed by the agonising bliss.
Michael started moving, I had very small bits and his just barely fit, creating an agonising sweet friction.
He drew himself all the way out of me, my flesh reluctantly releasing him.
I could see the hard perfection of his cock, curved slightly upward, hot and still aching.
I looked at it, my body aching for its replacment.
Michael thrust back in hard and moved quickly.
"Michael, Michael, Michael," I repeated helplessly the words quick and desperate.
Michael continued like that for almost five minutes until I spasmed.
I jerked, Michael kept thrusting, I jerked again and Michael shot creamy come into me.