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“Oh god…yes…that feels…yess…”

“You like that, hmm?”

“Oh, fuck…deeper…Jace…deeper…”

“I’ll hurt you…”

“No, no you won’t…ug…sshh….damn…”

“There? Is that better?”

“Oh, god…I’m gonna…oh Jace…”

“Shhh…Justin…you need to be quiet.”

“Why?”

“Because…if your mom finds us, she’ll skin us alive.”

“Nah…oh…yes…she love you.”

“Not if she saw me doing this to her baby.”

“Oh, you have no idea…deeper…please…”

“Here, let me shift a bit.”

“Oh, there. That’s it. Thank you so much.”

“You owe me, baby.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!”

“It never is.”

“You’re not mad.”

“No, I’m not, just frustrated.”

“Poor baby.”

“That’s me. And Justin? Next time, break your arm so you can scratch under your own cast, okay?”



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