s7de

[s7de]

𑣲Im a firm believer that michael was a huge pervert when it came to his girl. The type of man to drop something purposely so you’d bend over—then he’d fake hump you from behind.

like that time you were immersed in your book on the couch—wearing that tight scrap you called a skirt, he’d come up from behind—and shove his face right between your ass, earning a gasp from you.

“m’sorry, baby“ he’d start, placing both hands on each cheek, gripping and squeezing at your flesh. “god—this booty, its so perfect” you tried to be annoyed but in reality you loved him like this. He placed a soft bite on your left ass cheek, which made you giggle.

or that time he begged you to sit on his face. “mama, please I promise it’ll be quick—just wanna feel you.” He said, hands gripping your thighs, planting gentle kisses on your clothed pussy. “but michael, what if I hurt you—“ you’d start, he’d quickly reassure you tho.

he loves your thighs so much, the way they stretched out whatever pants you wore—and the way your ass spilled out of those tiny skirts. it was intoxicating to him. He especially missed you when he was on tour, those lonely nights in his hotel room.

“oh god..” he moaned out, speeding up his strokes. He’d imagine you, a whiny mess as he lapped up your pussy—thighs crushing his head. “need you so bad, mama.” he whines, hips bucking up to meet his hand—throwing his head back as he spilled all over his stomach.

he loved doing little perverted things, so he could sneak a glance at you. Like when he’d put things way up high in the cabinet so—you had to stand on your tip toes to grab it, shorts riding up the curve of your ass. He’d be behind you in an instant, “here let me help you, girl.” grabbing whatever it was, handing it to you then placing a firm smack on your ass. “michael..”

oh and you wearing skirts was his holy grail. You’d be sitting beside him—watching a movie on the couch, thighs exposed. He couldn’t help but look over a couple times, slightly pushing up his hips to adjust his painfully hard cock. You’d catch it pretty quickly, giving him a look. “m’sorry mama, you just look so good in those skirts—I can’t help it.” you had him completely wrapped around your finger.

@ s7de