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“She’s pissed,” Darius echoes my thoughts and grabs his cock through his jeans. “Fuck, I really like her pissed.” “Same,” Santos pipes up behind me. “Baby, we really like you pissed.”
I open the bathroom door and cringe when her voice gets louder. Is she singing Adele? Dear fucking god, she’s singing Adele. “I think you’ve broken every window in the fucking house,” I growl, fighting hard to hold in my laugh.
“Cool.” She sticks out her hand. “Someone pay me for the dress that Slasher over here destroyed. I need to impress big-dicked daddy.” And she’s back to her-fucking-self.
