“Who is she, Quasim?” “Who is who?” “Kew! She sound like some exotic bitch, too… what the fuck is a Kew?” He ran his hand down his face, as he looked at me. “Did I not just nut in you this morning? Remind me, my love… did I not?” “Fucking eww!” Capri covered her ears, as she wished she was anywhere but between us during this conversation.
