Oh Scott, always a way with words, "babe, I'll get my di** out and wave it around like effing King Sh** anytime I effing want. And I'll especially get it out whenever someone treats people the way that di**head treated you. You didn't deserve that sh**." I mean the boy is just always in a fowl mood, "do you always answer your door wearing nothing?" he demanded roughly, stepping into my house and moving me out of the way so that he could shut the door behind us." Harlow knows how to keep her man on his toes, "she joined me about five minutes later, dressed in shorts that barely covered her a** and the tightest effin' tank top I'd ever seen. I was instantly hard. "Eff, babe. You're killing me here." But that's okay because Scott knows how to get his woman just as worked up, "with one arm resting on the top of the car door, I leant down into the car and invaded her space, "Just to be crystal effin' clear, you'll be on the back of my bike, for any kind of ride you want. You get me?" He doesn't really understand girl terms but that's okay, "babe, I have no idea what that means but if it's gonna get me laid tonight, I'm effin' glad that I'm making you all squishy." Harlow sometimes just has to take control of the situation at times, "she gripped my co** hard and used it to gently pull me closer to her. "Christ, babe. Careful there." I muttered, but I had to admit that that turned me on too." I loved the back and forth between Scott and Harlow.
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