"If you keep looking at me like that, I really can't guarantee that I'll let you go back to your room," Michael said, stroking my hair. "But I think the hallway's nice. We haven't tried it here yet."
I took the initiative to move my body in his direction and whispered into his ear, "To be exact, I'm not completely yours yet. But, if you don't make that bitch leave, I'll never be completely yours."
Michael narrowed his eyes. He used a little more force to rub my clit. I followed his movements and panted anxiously.
"Baby, you're already so into this, yet you still claim you don't belong to me completely?"
I didn't want to be outdone and looked him in the eye. "You can try."
"The words coming out of your pretty mouth are really sad." Although Michael was still smiling, there was no smile in his eyes. "I won't let you leave me. That's impossible."
