You’re going to have to find out for yourself.
I’m guessing it’ll fit because you’re not in a flap about it, she said smugly.
Amy, if you think that’s going to hurt more than landing on a concrete path after leaping off the rooftop of a sixty stories building, you’re seriously misguided.
Whatever, she said. There’s only one way to find out.
“Top or bottom,” he said, sidling up behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist, that enormous thing of his poking me in the butt.
“Bottom,” Amy said. “I can bite you a lot easier from underneath.”
He laughed and lifted me onto the bed, slowly undressing me, his hands wandering all over my body. I wondered if the camera was already rolling, and started playing a kids’ game in my head to take my mind off what was happening to my body.
I went
