Xercer didn't say a word. He just watched, the tip of his cigar glowing red in the dim room.
The man pulled his pants down. They fell to his ankles in a heap. He stood between my legs, thick and angry-looking.
He rubbed the head of his c**k against me, teasing my entrance until I was shaking. Then, he sank in. He was huge, stretching me until it hurt. But even as he filled me, I knew he was nothing compared to the man sitting in that chair. I could feel the difference, even without tasting.
My eyes shifted back to Xercer. He didn't ask me to look at him, but I couldn't look away.
As the man began to pound into me, I kept my gaze locked on him, like I was obliged to. The man noticed. He grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he slammed his hips against mine. Thud. Thud. T
