Michael and I were in love in this world, and what we had to do was the most natural and happiest thing for us. This was only natural.
This was a new feeling I had felt since the marking. It was natural for us to be together.
And so, a natural kiss.
I opened my legs for Michael, and Michael closed in with a bit of force. This was a part of Michael, whom I used to hate, but now it didn't make me feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, when Michael treated me with such an attitude during sex, I often had an indescribable special throbbing in my heart.
I looked up, and all I could see was Michael's muscular, bare chest. The muscles on his shoulders were smooth and stretched, looking extremely beautiful. His arms were like small hills. When I came out of the water, there was still a tiny puddle on Michael's collarbone. As he moved, the pool of water flowed down his chest. Without thinking, I moved closer and caught the water droplets with my tongue.
