combat

combat

Golam couldn't help but space out in front of the screen. He wasn't looking at the text in front of him but was lost in some hot and nasty reel-time. The muscle that made his cock jerk around was bulking up and the lump in his pants was getting bigger. If he had a wide flat dickhead the size of a floppy, he'd slip it in the hard drive and unload. But that was impossible and a computer was NOT Man's best friend. He decided to create a file of his own and place it in the Psychological Combat Zone folder located in the WonderWeb(TM).