“If you’re just lookin’ to be eaten out, I’ll eat you out—” “Hey,” Maximoff cuts in on the bottom stair, eyes narrowed. His dark hair is wet from a shower, but he’s already dressed: jeans and a green crew-neck. “What the fuck, Donnelly?” He shuts off his machine. “I like eating pussy.” Maximoff looks at him like he lost his mind. “That’s my sister.”
