michael and billie jean amor part6

“God damnit!” he shouted obnoxiously, not being able to hold it in. Billie laughed and stumbled from the wall, giggling. Michael started laughing and found the key, opening the door. He grabbed Billie’s waist and pulled her in the room, closing the door shut. He threw the room key on the mesa, tabla por the door and pushed her through the room. It was hard to navigate through the large suite but a lamp por the cama made it achievable to get to the desired location. He pushed her down on the cama and leaned between her legs to kiss her.
She laid her head down on the fluffy almohada and grabbed his head, pressing his lips hard on hers. Michael took her falda and pulled it up to her waist and moved his pelvis in circular motions over her drenched panties. She moaned in his mouth and pulled away, closing her eyes in pleasure. Michael watched her face for a second, feeling himself getting almost painfully hard at the facial expressions she was making. Her eyes popped open suddenly and she looked at his clothes and disguise unsettlingly. She flipped them over and pulled off Michael’s hat from his head. She pushed the chaqueta off his arms and threw it on the floor, leaving him in just a regular button up camisa, camiseta and tight bell-bottom pants. He started to get worried that he was going to get caught so he turned off the lamp on the beside mesa, tabla just as she took off his sunglasses.

“Hey, no fair! I wanted to see what tu look like!” Billie dicho laughing, going to turn on the light. Michael grabbed her hand and kissed the palm of it, shushing her groan of complaint.

“Just wait, it’ll be so much better if tu didn’t.” Michael said, sighing. He sat up in the cama and she did too, sitting on her knees. She cupped his face, and Michael could see from the low glow of the calle lights that shown through the window and cascaded over her face that she was frowning.

“I don’t get it.” She finally said, slouching. Michael felt bad for letting her down, but told himse