Michael Jackson

"What the heck we're anda thinking sejak trying to walk utama knowing anda are doped up on medication?" Michael asked. "I wasn't originally planning to, I was going to hail a taxi but when anda told me they didn't run this late....I was going to walk home. I'm not a big peminat of riding with strangers because of the whole stranger danger thing." Kasey explained. "Well anda don't have to worry about stranger danger with me, so where do anda live?" Michael asked. "I live three blocks away on 51st street." Kasey answered resting her head on the back of the seat. " So um...what's your name sejak the way??" Michael...

"Uh!" Michael rolled over and brushed his curls away. Mark held Michael's ankles and then pulled his hips to his own loins. Their warm bare skin igniting. The sight of Michael's throbbing phallus between his knees made Mark continue with purely animalistic intents.

He gripped his own full cock and nestled it beneath his partner's balls. They were high and tight and the skin below was taut with strain. Michael fixed his dark lidded eyes to Mark, watching, studying him, waiting for him. Mark pressed his tip gently to his hole. It wasn't too tense and he soon had the head inside.

Michael, upon being...