“I’ve only ever loved Blackly, so the brothers is all the dick I know, but I would assume given the proper girth, length, and velocity—” “Dear Jesus,” I mutter, pressing a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. “‘Velocity’? What does that even mean?” “You know,” Hendrix says. “The force of thrust.” “That is a blatant misuse of ‘velocity.’” Soledad shakes her head. “But is it, tho?” Hendrix counters, tapping her temple. “It’s speed and direction of motion. Girl, that’s a thrust.”
