Akara looks about ready to strangle Oliveira. My lips want to rise, partially-somewhat entertained. The Omega lead points at Oscar with his beer. “I’ve been on her detail since she was sixteen. Her dad will have my dick under a knife if he hears you. Do not push it.” I let out a low whistle at Oscar. “Keep forgetting that lube before you get fucked hard.” “Taking one for the team, Redford. You’ve been fucked hard enough today.” I nod a few times. That was a good one, and Oscar holds my gaze for a quiet beat and nods back, more serious.
