Chapter 893 Pussy & Dick Pressure:>2

• A naughty glint flashed in Clint's eyes. "Sir, you'd be surprised just how different from the parties at my house."
• A tingle rippled through me. He fucked girls. Lots of girls.
• "You look like a man with a question," my father continued. "Spit it out. I'm not one for all that bullshit about beating around the bush." He spoke like he was saying, "I'm not like those other politicians that try to fuck your daughter while picking your pocket."