Michael and Avae found themselves back at Avae's place where she had taken out the heartbreak booze by the time Michael had the all the points of entry locked and the windows and curtains shut because after showing Michael that his friend is a piece of shit, they both decided that they would go to a place nobody knew about and that happened to be a lake house that Avae inherited from her late grandmother.
They found themselves laughing at the worst jokes on all the cartoons they came across before deciding to watch a random movie. They weren't aware but they got closer than they should have in that moment because as soon as you shifted in his lap, you felt a growth happening in his crotch and you knew that what you were about to do was wrong but you didn't give a shit.
Avae found herself admiring things about Michael that she hadn't before. His lips. His lashes. The warmth from his body. His effortless good looks. His physique. Damn, the pool of wetness had started growing in her lace panties and soon enough, Michael would feel it. Trying to focus on something non sexual, her eyes trailed to his hands and he involuntarily flexed them, veins and all, making Avae wetter than she had ever been in her life.
Michael had his head near her neck as he leaned down to get his phone to switch off and his lips brushed past her neck, eliciting a moan from her and and her body jolting forward to have his lips on her body again.
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Michael Evans Behling Imagines
FanfictionHere are some Michael Evans Behling Imagines for you. I have no how to write long imagines but Imma try. enjoy y'all Also, requests are open so send a message on my profile or drop a request in the comments
