“No, I mean I didn’t do it on purpose.” “Oh.” He feigned surprise. “You didn’t do it on purpose. Why didn’t you say that sooner? That changes everything.” Retraining his attention to the television, he continued to rant. “That makes the mental image of my teammate fucking you like a dog so much easier to swallow. I can easily forget the image of him fisting your hair while he was pounding his dick into your pussy.” “Hugh, don’t…” I choked out, covering my mouth with my hand. “I’m sorry. Am I not being graphic enough?” He threw the remote at the wall. “Jesus, I’m sorry, Liz. I’d love to tell
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