Michael pushes himself into her, and his knee nudges her legs open, but because of the dress, he couldn't get them to open as wide as he wants to. "I like it when you look at me like that. Tell me, did you miss me, wildcat?" He whispers. He lowers his head and stops right before her lips. Christina is flipping mad. Her chest is rising and falling but she can't help feeling hot and bothered with Michael this close to her. "I hate you," she hisses while her eyes fall to his lips. Michael licks his lips. "Yeah? Show me how much you hate me." With those words, he crashes his lips on hers and kisses her hungrily. Christina responds with equal vigor and they both fight for dominance but Michael wins and devours her lips like there's no tomorrow. He growls when the bump stops him from getting closer to her. Reaching up, he kneads her breasts roughly while she moans wantonly against his lips. Michael pulls away from the kiss and turns Christina so that her back is facing him and sh
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