His chest hurt and made it hard to breath, he struggles to go after the Pamperin bottle on the coffee table, hand shook as he grabbed it and fought with the top, breath heavy and haggard. “I admit this is kinda weird, I mean… we’re best friends. Indian porn sex “Again‽”
“This happened before,” Drew asked. He noticed her wide, plump butt was sticking up and reached to grab it. Gotcha,” Drew yelled. “Anything.”
“We’ll talk later.” He pushed her head back down. “You’re like a vise grip,” he muttered. They made it to her bedroom and she was sucking him, he undressed her, scowling at the thought of her naked and liking it. Did Steve just really…”
“Turn into a hot, big titty bitch, with glass cutting nipples?”
He slapped his chest. Steve tried to think about it, he saw her on top of him with the cotton ball, he remembered seeing it in a bowl of what looked like water. Is this what that Janie bitch did to you‽”
“Is it because I bought Bud Light?”
“It’s not the damn beer! She likes it, it keeps her quiet. “Stephanie, dude!”
“Need… sex.”
“Aye, you can’t leave like that.” Calvin rushed over to her. “It… umm… wasn’t as good as I thought it was.”
“You always cheat with Marshall Law!
