Michael s Internet Challenge
“Oh, my God,” he moaned. “It’s so big!” Writhing, Michael twisted his hips, adjusted the curve of his spine, drew his knees closer together and then spread them farther apart. Nothing helped. The monster up his ass had his breathing labored, his heart pounding against his rib cage. “Fuck, David! Why’d I let you talk me into this?” Laughing, David patted his shoulder. “Relax. I told you you’d like it. And you’re done now.” Michael gazed up at him, disbelieving. “It doesn’t feel done! The...