Darius
How many times was I going to have to watch this b*tch get f*cked my Enrique. I think this was the third time. I wanted to puke. But what scared me was I could feel arousal coursing through my veins. Not from watching this rancid b*tch get f*cked but from the drug she pumped into me. I was praying I wouldn't get hard while they were still in the room. They had just gotten done f*cking, and she was staring at my c*ck.
“I swear I saw it twitch this time,” she snapped.
“Nope, nothing,” I lied. My blood was starting to heat. Any minute now it was going to reach my c*ck, and it was going to stand at attention.
“Enrique, I want a new batch. Find me another batch!”
“If you give him more, his heart could stop,” Enrique said in his thick Hispanic accent.
“Ahhhhh!” She screamed.
