Beneath the sheet—which was already lower on his hips than should be legal —
He
Was
Still
Hard
Wrapped around each other but now clad in a pink nightie and a pair of sweatpants. To be clear, I wore the pink nightie.
Alice ClaytonYou gonna bang my walls, Simon?” I laughed.
“You have no idea,” he promised.
Now you listen here, mister,” I said, trying for a more adult tone. “I’m not going to spend every night listening to you try to crash you girl’s head through my wall with the force of your dick alone!
Alice ClaytonHi, pot. It’s me, kettle,” Sophia snapped back.
“Hi kettle, you have about thirty seconds before this pot kicks your ass.
Get your ass over here right now, you motherfucking scary movie pusher.
Alice ClaytonI moaned like a whore in church.
To be fair, I’d never actually heard a whore moan in church, but I had a feeling it sounded a lot like the unholy sounds pouring forth from my mouth.
Simon does commando. God bless America.
Alice ClaytonWine?”
“Am I breathing?”
“Wine it is.
You give good woo.
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