Chapter 90:
Robert's Point of View
The congestion was still gnawing at my lower abdomen, and my dick flatly refused to retreat from its violent erection.
I looked at it out of the corner of my eye and said with bitter sarcasm:
"Really? You get erect over a girl who slapped herself just at the thought of kissing me?"
I fixed my gaze on it and spoke to it with rigidity, as if I were waiting for it to regain its lost composure.
I said again, my voice trembling from the sheer physical pressure:
"Are you going to make me do it with my hand? I am Robert... I discharge my lust using my hand?"
A faint laugh escaped me at the state I had reached, then I encircled my dick with my broad grip.
I began rubbing it with regular movements from top to bottom; my entire body trembled, and a searing shiver ran down my spine.
