“Thanks for your sticky cum on my chest . . . I’m surprised it wasn’t more.” I don’t know why that grates on my nerves, but it does. “I fucking unloaded on you.” “I’ve seen more,” she says with a shrug as she moves toward the door. “I thought you said you weren’t going to lie.” She looks over her shoulder and says, “I wasn’t lying.” With that, she exits the house and shuts the door behind her. Bullshit, that was a lot of fucking cum. No way another man shot out more. I grab a container to put the pizza in as my mind whirls. No fucking way . . .
