like that time you were immersed in your book on the couch—wearing that tight scrap you called a skirt, he’d come up from behind—and shove his face right between your ass, earning a gasp from you.

“m’sorry, baby“ he’d start, placing both hands on each cheek, gripping and squeezing at your flesh. “god—this booty, its so perfect” you tried to be annoyed but in reality you loved him like this. He placed a soft bite on your left ass cheek, which made you giggle.

or that time he begged you to sit on his face. “mama, please I promise it’ll be quick—just wanna feel you.” He said, hands gripping your thighs, planting gentle kisses on your clothed pussy. “but michael, what if I hurt you—“ you’d start, he’d quickly reassure you tho.

he loves your thighs so much, the way they stretched out whatever pants you wore—and the way your ass spilled out of those tiny skirts. it was intoxicating to him. He especially missed you when he was on tour, those lonely nights in his hotel room.

“oh god..” he moaned out, speeding up his strokes. He’d imagine you, a whiny mess as he lapped up your pussy—thighs crushing his head. “need you so bad, mama.” he whines, hips bucking up to meet his hand—throwing his head back as he spilled all over his stomach.

he loved doing little perverted things, so he could sneak a glance at you. Like when he’d put things way up high in the cabinet so—you had to stand on your tip toes to grab it, shorts riding up the curve of your ass. He’d be behind you in an instant, “here let me help you, girl.” grabbing whatever it was, handing it to you then placing a firm smack on your ass. “michael..”

oh and you wearing skirts was his holy grail. You’d be sitting beside him—watching a movie on the couch, thighs exposed. He couldn’t help but look over a couple times, slightly pushing up his hips to adjust his painfully hard dick. You’d catch it pretty quickly, giving him a look. “m’sorry mama, you just look so good in those skirts—I can’t help it.” you had him completely wrapped around your finger.

The fullness of his thighs brought a whole new meaning to your life, you were practically in heat. Any chance you got you’d sink down in front of him, slowly running your ample fingers from his hips to his thighs, nudging your face into his bulge. Admiring the way his body filled out his slacks.

“What’s gotten into you, baby?” A breathless chuckle was all he could make out. He was genuinely concerned, looking down at you with earnest. Cradling the back of your head while you continued to palm his dick through the fabric.

“Just wanna touch on my man when he’s looking this sexy. Can I make you feel good, huh daddy?” You gently tugged at his belt buckle, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“You’re a crazy woman, you know that?”