“Michaels felt his walls being lusciously scraped when Judge withdrew all those inches. Knowing Judge was about to power-drive back in, Michaels’ clamped up. His legs shook and sweat broke out all over him as he all but refused Judge entry. “You’re still fighting me sweetheart,” Judge whispered. His big hands were all over him, rubbing him, caressing him… relaxing him. Judge rocked his cock back and forth, only pushing in the couple inches that Michaels let him. “I’m coming in Michaels, so open up. You need this… trust me.” Michaels”