Minus
I argued.
“I beg to differ. My dick’s hard, it’s inside your warm, wet pussy… usually, there’s a hell of a lot less chatter, but I’m pretty sure we’re doin’ it right,” he retorted.
I leaned in closer. “You’re being… nice. In case you didn’t get the memo, I’d like Jase to go away for a bit.”
He glanced at something over my head, then met my eyes again. “You want Minus, Cricket?”
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