POP MY CHERRY DADDY: RUINED BY HIS FATHER
I turned around slowly, he stood close to the stairs, both hands in front of him, his lips smiling and eyes ever lustful.
Andrew looked too calm for the chaos he brings, he has an unyielding personality, even if the world were at war with itself, Andrew would be calm, it looks like he found so much peace in chaos, he made me a stranger in my own home courtesy of my being so close and being sexually starved for so long.
“Hi, Andrew”. I answered, trying to stay normal, I curled my hand together then released at intervals, I was getting nervous again.
He studied me for like a second, and he said nothing. All he did was stare at me.