Third Person Pov
She shuddered and shivered.
The vacant view, the outraged man, and the hush noises of the wind had made her stunned and frozen. With trembling fingers, she touched the thing.
The first time, the first sensation.
Hard, thick, and… angry. The metaphor was right in place.
The comparison of his c**k with his mood was upright as both seemed to burst at any moment. She touched it and instantly took her hand back. She feared it might hurt her.
Xandeir laughed at this. Not a sweet one, a mocking.
“Do not fear, for what you have done?”, he said bluntly and shamelessly.
No wonder he was shameless before, but now, this time, it looks like all his colors are different. No disguise of sugar-coated words.
Raw facts and figures.
Big figures, at that!
She knew how much e
