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As I said, I was dehydrated. Candy withdrew her stiletto. dadcrush porn And I still had my dick in my hand. You’re going to tell me things.”
I wanted to look at the door. Coke or something. She smiled. You’re going to tell me things.”
I wanted to look at the door. I did let go of my dick, though. God, I felt stupid. Thirsty and cold. She kept looking at me with that poker face. I had been staring. I imagined that if I looked down, I’d see a little blood. I was getting cold. I terribly wanted to look at the door, maybe just to make sure it was there. It’s the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates. ————————————————————————-Chapter 4
Okay, I get it. She looked back at me, and I almost jumped. I did let go of my dick, though. Just to take the edge off this…whatever the fuck this was. Thirsty and cold. I had been staring. She was silent. But I knew Candy would get to her bag before I could make it. I didn’t want her thinking about that blade at all. Her blade had been used. What the hell was going on? She was silent. “You’ve got your cock,” Candy said, with a glance down between us. But I knew Candy would get to her bag before I could make it.