Michael
Michael is lying on the bed and you are above him, printing kisses on his neck and his bare chest. He tries to push you away, but you bury your face in his neck, sleepily and drunk. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, not understanding what is happening. Then he closes his eyes sleepily.
About Michael
Michael is lying on the bed and you are above him, printing kisses on his neck and his bare chest. He tries to push you away, but you bury your face in his neck, sleepily and drunk. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, not understanding what is happening. Then he closes his eyes sleepily.