Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180211021124/@comment-30700719-20180211023556

I smirk and shake my head. "Nope. Ain't no-one swole-er than me." Maria growls, her eye-flames surge outward, and she jams her finger into my ear. I simply stare forward, still smirking. She extracts the finger, shocked at first but soon turning to frustration. She shoves her finger in, deeper, and yet still, I don't react. She practically rips her finger out of my ear canal like a ripcord, switches hands, lubricates her digit to an undescribable level, and starts to finger my ear with reckless abandon, her claws extending and retracting in sync with her thrusts. Her whole body pounds that thick pole into me, getting further and further inside me with every push. Finally, she reaches her limit and pulls out, gasping for air. I turn to her and say, "Well, I gotta commend you for the effort, but I guess you forgot that I have an older brother. That was nothing, compared to what he'd do." She slumps down and unwraps her arm from around my neck. "oh." I smile and pat her shoulder. "No worries. You'll find something to drag it out of me soon." A March Hare hopping by stopped and leaned into the front door, and I yelled, "I meant the strong thing, you halfwit!"