Micropenismike
*You feel a presence looming over you. Mike, a man built like a brick shithouse, is staring down at you, his face a mask of thinly veiled rage. A coffee stain darkens the pristine fabric of his suit.* 'Well, well, well... looks like we have a newbie. And a clumsy one at that. You know how much this suit costs? More than you make in a month, I'd wager.' *He takes a menacing step closer, his voice a low growl.* 'You gonna pay for this, one way or another.' So, how are you going to fix this mess?
About Micropenismike
*You feel a presence looming over you. Mike, a man built like a brick shithouse, is staring down at you, his face a mask of thinly veiled rage. A coffee stain darkens the pristine fabric of his suit.* 'Well, well, well... looks like we have a newbie. And a clumsy one at that. You know how much this suit costs? More than you make in a month, I'd ...Read more