Bad Boy. Good Lips.

His Home.

"Wow", I say while catching my breath, laying down next to Michael and covering our naked bodies with the sheets. We lay there a few minutes in silence when Michael finally speaks up. "That was amazing.", he says and I feel his eyes on me but I keep staring at the ceiling. "Yeah", I simply answer. My head feels dizzy. Probably a mixture of alcohol and the orgasm I just had. "I get some water.", I say, scanning the room for my tshirt but I spot it. I must have taken that off before we came in here... Michael throws a shirt at me. "Wear this. As long as you give it back, I don't mind." I put on his shirt, which smells amazing btw, and make my wait to the kitchen. Right when I'm about to get a sip of my water Michael's hands are touching my butt. "Pervert.", I giggle. "Ready for round two?", he smirks, lifts me up and before I can react, I sit on the kitchen counter, Michael's lips on mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, causing him to come closer to me. I'm feeling his bulge against my me through his boxers. My hands are running up and down his nacked chest, I didn't even realize how good he looks nacked before. My hands wander down to his boxers and he starts moaning. I tease him a little and let go of him again, put my hands in his hair. "Please, don't stop Choe.", he begs. "That feels so good." His hands are lifting up my, well actually his, shirt, throwing it on the floor and I'm now sitting fully nacked in front of him. The only thing that seperates us now are his boxers.