outdoors ; m.g.c.

- Outdoors -

Michael threw his Lacoste shirt over at Clarity as he continued to rummage through his drawer for decent clothes.

Clarity held the shirt up, examining the color and how clean it appeared. It was a sky blue color, which was just how Clarity liked it.

"My mum bought it for me, but honestly, do I really look like I would wear something with collars?" Clarity giggled at Michael's remark, holding the shirt close to her chest.

Once Michael had found a clean pair of jeans, he tossed them over his shoulder.

Clarity sat on Michael's bed, staring back at Michael who was also biting his lip.

"You know, you make it really difficult for me to not want to rip your clothes off and fuck the good girl out of you." 

Michael gulped as his eyes wandered down to the end of her dress which was on the verge of showing her panties.

"No one's really stopping you, baby boy."

And with that, her response pushed him over the edge, causing him to roughly attach his lips onto hers as his hands gripped tightly onto her thighs.

Her hands made his way to his bleached hair, tugging on the ends lightly.

As Michael moved his lips down her neck, Clarity would let out soft moans that sounded oh-so innocent.

Occasionally, Michael would leave delicate marks along her collarbone.

Each mark would have its own unique shape like some sort of snowflake.

Although he knew Clarity would be beyond annoyed at the fact that she had a hickey on her body, which indeed is difficult to hide, Michael didn't care the slightest bit.

Michael rose her dress up to her stomach exposing her pink lace panties with a bow on the front.

So typical.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he tugged her panties down, placing both of her legs on his shoulders.

"You're so wet babe, especially for daddy's little angel."