6. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
His hunter-like gaze penetrated into her bulgy green eyes before it traveled down to the plump of her lips, which had now become chapped from the cold.
He imagined moisturizing them with his c*m while the vision of her tight lips stretched out to take his thick shaft began to build his bulge.
At that point his eyes roamed down to her small breast—which he guessed had taut pink n*****s—down to her luscious big booty, that he had to look away before he lost all rationality.
"I'll give you the golden opportunity to run off and dodge my bullets, and if you make it out without getting hit, that's your luck." He offered, danger looming in his tone as his stare swept over her form till it landed on her behind, and he swallowed.
He was a bad liar,
