Breadstick
My hand on your throat, watching your eyes roll back. That’s heaven
Kane
My pussy likes the sound of that
Breadstick
I know what I like
GlowStick
I want that pussy dripping on my face
Harry
Don’t scare her off, idiots
Kane
Who says I’m scared? Maybe I’m taking notes
GlowStick
Good. Because when we chase you again, you’re going to need them
You on the edge of the rink
I’d get down on my knees, bury my tongue in your pussy. You’d come so hard your scream would echo in the rafters
Kane
Fuck . . .
Harry
While he’s down there, I’d have you bent over the backboards and fuck you hard enough the whole arena would know who you belong to
Kane
I don’t belong to anyone
Harry
You will because I like to leave marks
Breadstick
And while they wreck you, I’d have my hand wrapped around your throat. I would watch your lips part, knowing I could take your breath away if I wanted
Kane
Oh fuck . . . You’re going to kill me
GlowStick
No, baby. We’re going to make you beg for more
