I love Michael

He gets all flustered, not because of the way you’re grinding against him— his dick deep inside of you while your hips move sinfully over his. No. He’s all worked up because you keep telling him how pretty he is. “Oh Mikey, look at you.” while you’re gliding back and forth, a slick mess pooling between your bodies. “God- you’re so pretty baby.” as you bury him even deeper. He’s squirming. Submitting to your sweet whispers, with heavy eyelids, and his hands pulling at your hips. Little moans and whines of satisfaction seep from his chest as he listens to your praises purr from above. Letting out a quiet little “thank you,” as he watches where your bodies connect, with sweaty curls clinging to his forehead and his head falling back into the pillows.

good afternoon michael nation! off the wall really makes me feel funky as hell!!!!!! let’s burn this disco out 💃🏻

He was smiling at me guys...

born too late to bounce on it, I’m sick

Like don't play in my face

NOT MY GIF