Michael looked down at Jennine and moved in clse. Jennine breathed in his scent deeply. She recognised the fragranc Bal a Versailles cause she owned it urely because she knew it was Michaels favorite. Luckily she had chosen to wear it too that day. Michael smiled when he cheirado, cheirava, smelt it. He lowered his head and cheirado, cheirava, smelt her neck. "Did you like dancing with me Jennine"? he asked biting his lower lip. long black lashes framed his rosa, -de-rosa cheeks. Jennine gaze up at him and said "I think you know the answer to that Michael" Michael giggled and said "I guess I just wanted to hear you say it" Pulling her closer he looked directly in her eyes. Jennines coração was hammering at the beautiful sight of him so close to her. Looking at his shiny red lips Jennine longed to kiss them. As if hearing her prayer Michael still looking in her eyes gently put his lips to hers. Soft at first then mais demanding. His tongue gently probed Jennines mouth.