"Well, I like my men a lot more direct," he said. "Not some goddamn crybaby twink that's gonna lie under me and moan and cry like a little bitch. Ain't into it." I raised a brow as he said that. Really? Quincy might have been high as hell, but what I heard was that he wasn't so much a top, but a bottom. I'd had men use me plenty of times, plowing my holes as frantically and hard as they could while I pretended to be into it. But he seemed different. Quincy wasn't what he appeared. "Yeah?" I asked. "And do you like your men stuffed into your asshole?"
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