Everyone needs a little smut in their life and a lot of Michael's sexy ass. If you like graphic details, vulgar language, then you have showed up to the right place. Everyone loves a good DADDY MICHAEL 😉😏.
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"Thriller night. Cause I can thrill you more than any ghoul,"
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"Could ever dare try. Thriller. Thriller night. So let me hold you,"
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"And share a killer, thriller, chiller thriller here tonight."
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"Cause this is thriller, thriller night. Cause I can thrill you more,"
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"than ghoul could ever dare try. Thriller, thriller night. So let me hold you tight,"
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"and share a killer, thriller. Ow."
After seeing Michael change from a human to a zombie back to a human I just couldn't.
So my ass ran so fast! I didn't know where the fuck my feet were taking me. But I jolted like I was in cross country.
I broke inside of this creepy ass house, I had trouble getting the door locked but I eventually got it.
As soon as I got in demon hands started breaking and coming out through the floor. Windows started breaking. The doors started breaking.
I was trapped. Michael wasn't here to save me! All I could do was sit in the fucking couch and hide my self like I couldn't be seen.
Michael came in, but it wasn't Michael! He was a god damn zombie again. What the fuck is going on? He was breaking through the door like an animal.
Once him and his demon friends got in, they all piled together and started hovering over me. I for sure thought I was going to die. And how close Michael came to me with that ugly disgusting face.
I shut my eyes and as soon as I felt someone touch me I screamed from the top of my lungs.
I was afraid to open my eyes, but I did and seen a regular Michael holding my shoulder.
"What's the problem?" He giggled.
I just started at him like he was a freak.
"Come on, I'll take you home." I wasn't moving. I didn't want to go anywhere with him.
But he pulled me up off of the couch and led me out of the door.
What the fuck was that?
What did I just experience?
I know I wasn't dreaming shit.
That felt too damn real for me.
"What's wrong, why are you so quiet?" Michael asked me, helping me get in the car.
"I-I don't want to talk right now, I just want to go home."
Michael got in the other side in the diver seat but didn't start the car.
"Babe, what's wrong? You are shaking."
"I want to go home, Michael. Just take me home."
"The movie scared you that much? That you had a nightmare."
"I. Want. To. Go. Home. Michael. Now." Michael sighed loudly, starting the engine driving off.
"I love you, you know that right? I'll always protect you, no matter what. It was just a movie." Michael told me over a long period of silence.
"I love you too, Michael. I know, I'm just shook up. Thank you."
I leaned over giving him a kiss on the cheek which made him blush.
(Ok, this sucks I know. I might not even keep it up. I had to make it two parts where I wanted to visualize the dance instead of explaining it. It's dumb but yeah.)
