ABEL EVERHART'S POV
My breathing becomes rugged as the tips of her fingers travel up the length of my engorged Manh**d. I cannot think. Not with the overwhelming sensations at the verge of explosion.
"It's a yes or no question. Are you fine with the deaths of your stepbrothers or not?"
I force a deep breath to give my brain the strength to think amidst the pleasant torture. I successfully form a thought. I am about to put it into audible words when her sharp nail presses hard against the sensitive tip of my manh**d.
A gasp escapes my lips instead. And the thought I had vanishes in the chaos as her finger gently caresses the same spot. My lower back slightly shifts forward as every nerve craves her tender touch.
My eyes close tightly as her hand plays with my hardened c**k, caressing
