A few indulgent strokes more, and then Jean-Paul abandons David to focus on himself, finishing off with a speed definitely not intended for anyone human.
In the sticky aftermath he rolls onto his back and sighs. "Chrisse, I wish I had a cigarette," he mutters. Then he sits up and looks at David.
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In the sticky aftermath he rolls onto his back and sighs. "Chrisse, I wish I had a cigarette," he mutters. Then he sits up and looks at David.
"You good?"