I flipped the pancake and put it on a plate, along with two others and turned off the burner. I felt Michaels arms around my waist and he kissed me. "Is that my shirt?" He whispered. I looked down.
I was only wearing his Metallica shirt and red panties. I smirked. "Yep " i answered. He picked me up and put me on the counter, kissing me roughly. He looked down my body and ripped his shirt off. "You're covered in hickeys." He smirked. I nodded and pulled his face back down to mine. "You're so fucking hot" he whispered. I whined quietly.
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"FUCK DADDY GO FASTER" i yelled as he thrusted into me. He slapped my thigh. "Lucas, manners." He said. "Daddy fuck. Please go faster" i whined. He quickened his pace and the headboard was hitting the wall before we both came minutes later.
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The Boy in the Skirt
FanfictionLuke likes pretty things. He likes wearing pretty things that make him feel pretty. Panties, skirts, flower crowns, lingerie, basically things that are stereotyped towards girls. He's in college, studying to be a psychologist. Michael likes pretty...
