“You came on my fucking ass!” he roared. “Your cum is touching my body.” “Stop or I’m going to bust my stitches from laughing at ya!” “Get up,” he demanded, outraged. “Get off your hole and help me!” “I can’t. I’m weak.” “Yeah, you’re weak,” Gibsie snarled as he began to strip off his uniform. “Because you shot half your fucking body weight onto the bloody mattress.”
