“Really, Ocean? You don’t remember me?” She frowned, hand on her thick hip as Devon finally made it to us. Looking at her for a minute, I finally recalled her ass. “Yeah, I do remember you now. My bad.” I nodded then looked at Devon. “She not worth it, bruh. She threw up when my dick hit the back of her throat, and her pussy felt like a nigga threw a quarter in a wishing well. But do you.” I gripped his shoulder then patted before slipping around them both. “Pick ya jaw up,” I told her as I walked off.
