my beautiful Michael
Michael looked down at Jennine and moved in clse. Jennine breathed in his scent deeply. She recognised the fragranc Bal a Versailles cause she owned it urely because she knew it was Michaels favorite. Luckily she had chosen to wear it too that day. Michael smiled when he fondere, c'era un odore it. He lowered his head and fondere, c'era un odore her neck. "Did te like dancing with me Jennine"? he asked biting his lower lip. long black lashes framed his rosa cheeks. Jennine gaze up at him and detto "I think te know the answer to that Michael" Michael giggled and detto "I guess I just wanted to hear te say it" Pulling her closer he looked directly in her eyes. Jennines cuore was hammering at the beautiful sight of him so close to her. Looking at his shiny red lips Jennine longed to baciare them. As if hearing her prayer Michael still looking in her eyes gently put his lips to hers. Soft at first then più demanding. His tongue gently probed Jennines mouth.