[Michael moans low in his throat, the eager press of her body against his own both surprising, and welcome. He slides his hands down, wrapping his arms loosely around her back, and presses his palms flat to her back.
He slightly pushes her against his chest, reveling in the sensations he feels at the weight of Abigail's soft form, and he parts his lips again, canting his head to the side to increase the contact of their mouths.]
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He slightly pushes her against his chest, reveling in the sensations he feels at the weight of Abigail's soft form, and he parts his lips again, canting his head to the side to increase the contact of their mouths.]