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Michael wasn’t experienced when it came to physical indulgence, something that was very apparent the first time the two of you had locked lips. It was a messy affair. His body pressed flush against yours, completely engulfing you. The weight of the large man pushed the air from your lungs as his teeth clashed with yours. Every small sound that threatened to slip out of your throat was swallowed by him before it could even leave your lips. His lips moved against yours, his movements fueled by pure determination with no real plan of action. Michael acted like a starving man unable to satiate his hunger as his face smashed against yours, unable to get close enough to you.
Drool slipped out of the corner of your mouth as Michael found out he could weasel his tongue past your lips. He explored your mouth thoroughly, holding your head firmly in place with the hand he firmly placed at the back of your neck. When Michael finally relented, giving you a second to breathe, a trail of saliva connected your lips. The masked man watched intently as you huffed. Your face burned with a deep crimson flush, the lower half of your face a sloppy mess, your eyes heavily lidded. The sight had Michael diving back towards your lips, clashing together once again.