‘What do you think you’re doing?’ ‘What you told me I could do any time I wanted to,’ she said sliding her hand into his jeans to grasp his member that shot to steel in her grip. ‘You might not like me very much but he does. You told me that you don’t know when you’ll be back, and I’m going to miss him.’ ‘Why do you refer to my dick in the third person?’ ‘You don’t like it if I’m nice to you, and you don’t like being nice to me. So I’ll be nice to your dick, he seems to like me.’ Three hard knocks hit their door. ‘Move it!’ ‘Yeah,’ Rushe shouted and shifted out of her reach while tucking
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