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In a horrible attempt to grasp anything so I don’t lose him to a full-out sprint when he shakes free of me, my fingers curl around the fabric of his shorts. I don’t really register that I have shorts in my hand. All I know is that I have a hold of something and it’s time to pull.
“Ahhh!” I scream and swat at his leg. “Your penis is on my face. Your penis is on my face.” “I know. Fuck,” he yells, attempting to get off me. “Where is your underwear?” “I don’t wear underwear at night.” “Dear God! It’s on my nose! Your genitals are resting on my freaking nose!”