▪ Inch 7 - Shamone To The Ride!

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[Date and Setting: December 21st, 1987, New York.]

You just finished decorating your Christmas tree on your own in the living room. You did it yourelf, but you didn't mind. You liked decorating things by yourself anyway.

...And another reason was because your boyfriend, Michael Jackson, was still in rehearsal, in the snow, late at night.

Oh, was you going to give him a spanking when he gets home.

It was nearing Christmas and he still has to rehearse for his tour. I mean, you know the tour starts in February and they have to get ready and all, but on Christmas week? Really? That was just wrong.

You and Michael have been together for quite a long time. You are actually the niece of John Landis, who was the director of Thriller. They've become good friends and eventually have been going out ever since then.

You had just gotten out the star to put on top of the tree but you are too short 5'2 frame couldn't do so. Just when you were about to turn around, someone's arms wrapped around you, grabbed the star and put it perfectly on the tree.

You turned around and smiled, immediately hugging Michael. He hugged your back, kissing your forehead.

"You're so cold, Michael! And I've missed you..."

"I missed you too, baby. And it's like negative 405 degrees out there," he replied. Of course he was exaggerating about the cold, but it just felt like that.

"You feel like negative 405 degrees. Take off your coat and put it on the hanger. I'll start a fire for you."

"M'kay." He took off his gray heavy winter coat and placed it on the hanger like you told him to. He sat down as he looked at his girlfriend getting the fire ready. When you bent down, it showed off your perfectly round bum through your green and red pajama pants. He licked his lips as naughty thoughts entered his mind.

As (Y/N) started the fire with a match, she felt eyes watching her. You secretly smiled because you knew who it was and what he was thinking. You properly stood back up and walked to him, who acted like nothing happened. You sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It should be warmer in a minute now."

"I'm already warm."

You giggled as you soon started to kiss from his jaw-line to his lips. He kissed back, at first sweetly, but then it turned to hunger when he slipped his tongue in your peppermint flavored mouth. He changed both of their positions by placing your down on your back on the couch while he got on top of your, still kissing your. His hands ran through your shapely figure, down to your hips, messaging them. Through the kiss, you let out a few whispery moans. Your hands played with his curly locks while you enjoyed his pleasing to your.

Suddenly, Michael shifted his position more so that his hips were placed right on top of yours, making your feel "Mikey Jr."

You pulled away from the kiss and let out a deep moan as he moved his hips in a thrusting sense on your sacred area. Your panties were soon becoming quite damp and you were warm, from not only the fire, but also the closeness and his actions.

"M-Michael...please undress me, I'm so warm..." you asked him through soft moans.

"Mmm, okay..." he replied, enthusiastic to see your beautiful body. He got up on his knees for a bit as to pull off your white long-sleeved shirt, revealing your upper well-formed body, along with your breasts confined in a lacy red bra.

He licked his lips again, enjoying the sight as he lifted your legs up, taking your bottoms off and revealing your red see-through panties. He laid himself back down on you, kissing you passionately. But then you decided to be dominant and pushed him down on his back.

Upon doing that you found a Santa hat on top of the couch. You placed it on, giggling after. "I'm gonna be your Santa baby tonight," you winked.

"Yummy," he joked, making you giggle again.

You started to unbutton his blue shirt and took it off of him as well as his white t-shirt. You traced lines across his smooth caramel chest with your fingers. You eventually led to his pants and then down to his bulge, where you softly gripped the spot, making him groan. You finally took off his pants, revealing his red boxers. You crawled on top of him, placing your still covered womanhood on top of his manhood.

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