I David's POV.
“f**k! David….” Andrei coughs. He tries to pry my hand away from his throat but I refuse to let go. I hold him still.
Images of the s**t that usually happens during a pool party occupy my mind.
The heck? How many high school boys…those horny teenagers touched her?
Jeez, I hate to think of that. If not for one thing I'd search those guys out and f*****g cut off their tiny d***s.
Jeez….Vera’s messing with my mind for real. How’s it possible that a girl in her eighteen is messing with the mind of a man in his fourth two years?
The voice in my mind mock-laughs at me. It’s funny really. It’s so funny that I even let that happen. But c'mon you can’t blame me.
I’m a man with full fledge hormones and a working c**k. And she? She’s a damn girl with voluptuous hips, f**
