Chapter 11 He Tasted My Forbidden Fruit

• Xandros was a monster. But the monster inside his pants was even more terrifying.
• His manhood, escaping from the fabric, was dazzlingly thick even in the pitch darkness. Its hardness, its prominent, thick veins, and its terrifying length were like an iron sword. Xandros pressed his enormous, throbbing tool directly between my legs, against my soaking wet lips.
• "Look," he said, his voice echoing in my ears like a death sentence. "How it grows for you, how it hardens like a rock... Feel it as it tears you apart."