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I want to pound you so hard you can’t walk.”
I whispered again into his ear as he feverishly swung his body over mine, “well, big brother, what’s keeping you? I saw him grit his teeth, seize my hips harder, and press as hard as he could into me, making as many thrusts into his sister as he could before he began to soften. Did I shout last week?”
“No. There were a few minutes’ discussion, a few questions from us, a few de***********ions from Paul about the game, the decisions of the coaches and players, the plays made until the chat slowed and we seemed to be searching for words. “Time to go, Paul. And for the record, bro, you weren’t the only one,” to his widening eyes.
