12 ~ My Boiling Blood.
JULIAN’s POV
I glance over my shoulders, spotting a muscular broad-shouldered man with a thick rigid c**k glistening with c*m.
He's holding a box and smirking with so much lust in his eyes.
“Your dad slept off after one round, he must have had a long day. So let's play,” Nikolai says, walking further into the room.
I drop the pillow by my sides, my brows arching, “Leave me alone.”
I say to him as the feeling of shame clings to my skin.
How does it feel for him to f**k both father and son?
Doesn't he feel disgusted?
If he isn't feeling ashamed, that's his problem. I feel uneasy with the idea and I would very much like to stay away from him.
“Sure? You were acting for my c**k a few seconds ago,” he says, his voice booming in the dark in a way that sends c
