Chapter 16 Andrea And The Preacher 2
- His eyes, carried numerous emotions. I could tell he would wreck me with that rod between his legs. At this point, I craved it. Perhaps my life depends on it.
- “Look at me, Andrea.” His sharp voice was like music to my ears. But I was looking, however, not at his face.
- “Your tongue is no waste, I must admit.” I chuckle; he only half smiles before dropping his pants.