“Does this mean she’s happy or irritated?” Sylred asks. Evert smirks and leans back again, fixing the front of his pants. “Knowing her? Probably both.” “My dick can’t take this kind of punishment,” Ronak grumbles. “Get used to it,” Evert says dryly. “We just chose a cupid for a mate. I have a feeling our dicks aren’t getting off easy.” With that, all three genfins burst into laughter. “Hilarious,” I drawl. “You’re freaking hilarious.”
