“It was satisfying,” I told him. “But fair warning—you’re lying on the wet patch, lad.” “Jesus Christ, Johnny!” Gibsie hissed as he catapulted off the mattress. “Ever hear of a posh wank? I gave you a fucking heap of rubbers.” “I’m not posh,” I snickered. “And I just got it working again. I’m not suffocating the poor bastard.” “Look at my ass!” Gibsie howled, and I had to press the pillow I was holding to my face to bury my laughter. “Look at what you did to me!” he screamed, pointing to the tissue clinging to the back of his trousers. “Take it off,” he instructed. “Take your fucking sperm off
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