A friendly fuck

Michael's shirt came off and revealed his body. He wasn't as built as he often lead others to believe considering his strength, but his body is toned with muscles. He smiles at her. "Well, lets take off your bra next." He then began to undo her bra, eager to see her breasts.

She smiled, leaning forward a bit. "You'll have to work a bit to see those, sweetheart" she joked, then actually did let him remove her bra, her big orbs spilling out.

Michael felt strange from those words. "Sweetheart?" he repeated, curious to the word usage. He then reached for her panties, starting to slide them off to see her pussy.

She smiled, shaking her hips slowly as her panties slowly slid down her sexy, smooth legs, reaching the floor. "Lets get the rest of your outfit out of way" she smiled, reaching forward.

Michael's pants and underwear proved easy to come off. It appears he had shaved his crotch recently as it was practically hairless. His erect penis stood out, ready to be used. "So, are you dominant or submissive. I can go either way."

"Oh, well I guess you can dominate me a bit, show me your muscles. Make me your bitch" she purred, lying across his lap.

Michael nods and goes under her bed, pulling out a few spreader bars, a pair of handcuffs, and a whip. "Hands behind your back." he demands. He would bind her wrists together with the handcuffs if she follows direction.

"Oh my...this is...gonna be rough" she eeped, never having this kind of sex before.
"Can't we just do traditional?" She complained.

Michael was confused. He thought he was clear on his plans. "You asked me to dominate you. This is how you do it."

"Oh...can we just...err"
"Do it normally...?" She asked, with a hushed, quiet tone. "Yeeaaa..."