Amelia started down the hallway. She slammed the door to her room as she stormed past it. A frustrated grunt was heard, as she ripped off her shoe and pelted it at the landing chandelier above the stairs. A single tear shaped piece of glass broke off, landing in a shatter on the white tiles below. "Shit" Amelia said. She was home alone, and was, completely pissed off.
She picked her phone off the floor, where is was plugged in and started texting Michael.
Amelia: come over
Michael: sure, why
Amelia: bored and pissed off
Michael: I can fix that
Michael has went offline.
She paced back and forth in her hallway, looking up at the three story high ceiling above her. Michael tapped on the door, and walked straight in. "I'm here" he said, walking straight towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his pelvis. They made out for a good three minutes, before he threw her down on the sofa. "Babe" she muttered, breathing heavily. "Yeah?" Michael asked, as she sat on top of him. "Wanna do me a favour?" she smirked. He nodded and she leaned in to his ear. "Fuck me."
He ripped off her ripped skinny jeans, and tore off his shirt, throwing it onto the plush white carpet. She pulled off her shirt too, throwing it beside his. As he undone his belt of his jeans, they heard a car pull up outside the house. "Shit" Amelia said, laying half naked in her underwear on the sofa. "It's my parents. Get dressed!". They both pulled on their clothes in a rush, hitting several limbs off of furniture items. Amelia raced over, turning on the TV, as her parents were escorted out by the driver. They flopped down, and watched TV as her parents walked in. "Hello sweetie, hello Michael" her mother droned on. "Hey mom" she said, chuckling slightly. "Hey Denise" Michael said grinning slightly. Her mother and father walked into the kitchen. "Would you settle for this?" Michael said, holding up his hand. His middle and ring finger were sticking up. Amelia gave a dirty smirk and nodded. "We're going upstairs!" She yelled, running up to the third floor.
Amelia moaned loudly just about the same noise level as The Lion King movie that was playing in the background. "You're tight" Michael said, a smiling devouring his face, his two fingers doing their work. Amelia panted, and arched her back, before letting out another loud moan. "Holy shit" she said, in between breathes. "I can't, wait, until it's, not your fingers" she panted, before grabbing onto his neck and forcefully kissing him.
