Long ago, when Michael Jackson embraced his destiny as a globally acclaimed icon, he acknowledged the relentless embrace of both fame and controversy throughout his existence. It was a truth that he had come to accept, for better or worse. However...
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(even his hand and fingers look so sexy 🔥)
As soon as the partition separated them from the rest of those inside the limousine, Michael clutched her elbow, causing Anica to shriek in surprise. She had merely said his name when he suddenly drew her in, clasped her face, and claimed her lips for a heart-stopping kiss—like a suction that made her out of breath.
Anica noticed a sensation of swelling in her lips after Michael's intense kiss. She felt a warm and tingling sensation as soon as his mouth parted from hers. Both of them seemed to have struggled to catch their breath and appeared flushed when they looked at each other.
As their eyes locked in a heated stare, a spark ignited between them. The air crackled with anticipation, and their ragged breaths revealed the intensity of their desire. It felt as if they were both on the edge of a precipice, ready to plunge into an abyss of pure passion. The tension was palpable, and it felt like the slightest touch could set off an explosion of emotion. They both knew that something was about to happen, and they were powerless to resist the pull of the moment.
When Michael began to rain little kisses on her jaw and neck, Anica knew exactly what was going to happen; she was certain that his tempting touch would cause her to lose all sanity again. Michael's skillful fingers never fail to transport her to the heights of sexual pleasure.
As the kisses intensified, his touch got more intimate, rubbing and caressing her contours in a way that made her feel warm—so warm that she couldn't help but let out a hoarse cry of ecstasy. She struggled to suppress another moan by placing her palm over her mouth, but Michael gently grasped her wrist and pinned it to her back. "No, I want to hear you," he whispered to her, licking and biting her earlobe, making her sigh with delight.
"They will hear us, Michael," She knew that the slightest noise could give them away. With Bill and the driver nearby, she couldn't help but feel anxious. What if they heard them? The mere thought of being caught filled her with unease.
Michael's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at her flushed face. With each passing moment, she seemed to grow more and more beautiful in his eyes. The fire in her eyes was proof that she desired him just as much as he desired her. The electricity between them was undeniable. As he whispered in her ear, "You're worrying too much, baby," he could feel her body tremble with anticipation. The excitement was palpable, and they both knew that they were about to embark on a thrilling journey together.
Michael noticed how worried she was and liked to tease her. With a devilish grin on his lips, he began to cup her breast against her red fabric and gently rub it, causing her to inhale deeply.
"Michael," She couldn't tell if she was whining or asking him not to stop because she enjoyed how he made her feel.
Michael kept on pleasuring her and he could tell she was enjoying it based on her expressions. She is so transparent, and he can look right through her. The way she bit her lips to suppress her moaning and tried not to close her eyes in bliss was so endearing that it only fueled his desire to give her the best pleasure he could—he wanted to drive her insane regardless of whether Bill and his driver Carlos could hear them.
