Sensing my response, Michael chuckled, his actions becoming even more unrestrained. His p*nis was filled with blood and erected, and he pointed his sword at me.
Other than my coat that Michael pulled open, we were dressed neatly. Even though there were two layers of fabric, I could feel the shape of that thing. It was very thick and long, pressing heavily on my clitoris, exuding a fervent heat.
It was a male's sexual organ.
I was making love with Michael.
This realization made me excited and nervous at the same time. At this moment, some images of Michael and General Lovecraft alone together appeared in my mind. They were all brand new, and I had never seen them before.
What was this? Where were they?
