Brody groaned. “Dude, no.” “I don’t like being called dude,” the Fox said in a dark voice. “To you I’m Sir or Papa, understand?” “Right. That was just a slip of the tongue.” “No, a slip of the tongue is when I glide my tongue into your mouth. Or when you run yours down my fat cock.” Brody gaped at him, then cleared his throat. “Ahh, right. Sure. Jesus. I know you’ve heard that saying before.” The Fox just grinned. “Why are you winding me up?” “You’re tense. Figured what you need is either a spanking or a fuck. When I get this wound up, I like to kill someone, but I didn’t think that was
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