“Exactly. Now shut up. I’m trying to make out with my girlfriend.” “You mean my wife,” Asher snaps. “Tomato, potato,” I say as I press my lips to Skyla’s. She comes to me easily, winding her arms around my neck. I feel her hips begin to grind against me, and I moan into her mouth. My balls are already so fucking blue they feel ready to fall off. My hands slip beneath her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before I toss it to the side. The bra she is wearing is one of those front clasp ones, perfectly convenient in a time like this. I pinch the clasp between my fingers, her breasts
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