“Fuck you, Quasim.” He was trying to spit that nasty ass pastry from his mouth. “Yeah, fuck me… I hear it all the time. Smell my breath, I know you know the scent... smell good, huh? Sweet just like her. It’s because I ate that pussy before I came to handle you... you not coming at her, feel me? That’s my wife now, Tookie Dookie” I released his ass.
