“Fuck, you guys, where was my invite? Squirrel, baby, encore?” “Nah, I’m wrecked,” Carter said with a hint of amusement. “I haven’t nutted that hard in years. I need a shower and a gallon of water to rehydrate.” Heath chuckled as I slid off his lap. “Fuck, I hear that.” He put up his open palm, and Carter slapped it in a crisp high five. “Maybe a nap too?” Royce glowered, having already pulled off his shirt. “You guys suck.” The two of them chuckled, grabbing their discarded clothes before heading out of the living room. I was slicker than a waterpark from our combined releases but also wasn’t
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