"How's it going?," the wife asks, coming from behind to wipe my brow. "Think this year's gonna be a good one," I say, spitting in my hands before rotating the bird around my thighs. She slaps my bare ass, and I fall a bit further in the oven, the heat of the roast on my balls. "Yeah," I say, licking my lips, "The smash feast of the season."
@ItsMorgan I had a serious laugh out loud moment last night when I came back and he was talking to Megaera and she was like "he just advised me that I should try evading your attacks next time. Now that I know your secrets I expect to defeat you easily."
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