Dean asked, stepping out of the master bath, rubbing a hand towel through his wet hair. “She’s downstairs. She’s fixin’ to make us breakfast,” Jake told him. “Well, is she now? I must say I like that. Don’t get me wrong, you kick ass in the kitchen, dude, but she’s got the drop on you cuz she’s the tightest piece of ass I’ve ever fucked,” Dean said with a wide grin. “You know it. Every time I think she’s drained my balls dry, she gets naked and they fill up all over again. I feel like one of those lab dogs performing tricks just to get a tasty little morsel.” “Woof, woof,” Dean bellowed. “She’s damned amazing. I’m hooked on that sweet, tasty pussy, and I don’t ever want to get enough. I’m heading downstairs.” “I’m gonna get cleaned up. I’ll catch you in twenty,” Jake said. When Dean reached the kitchen, the smell of eggs, bacon, grilled cheese, and grits filled the room.
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