[ there's something absurd about this, obviously. about being sandwiched between them, stoned, forcing them to talk out their feelings while they're both nestled deep inside of her, cock to cock, chest to back, chest to chest. this is the most content she's felt in a while; stretched full, their heartbeats against her own, so, so warm, head floating.
she smiles against Billy's neck; soothes with the brief feeling of adoration that swells in her, while they talk, bicker, explain, misunderstand, so and so forth. she says, voice sounding a little far away: ] Why do you hate Danny?
[a bad fuck doesn't warrant it. a bad fuck is forgettable, it's miniscule. ] We see one side of it, and him. How did he hurt you?
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she smiles against Billy's neck; soothes with the brief feeling of adoration that swells in her, while they talk, bicker, explain, misunderstand, so and so forth. she says, voice sounding a little far away: ] Why do you hate Danny?
[a bad fuck doesn't warrant it. a bad fuck is forgettable, it's miniscule. ] We see one side of it, and him. How did he hurt you?