"I don t know even how to react to that, and all I can feel are Natasha s trusting eyes on us, as we both act like guilty kids whose mom just caught them dry humping on the couch. I grab it from him as we both catch it and click on any button my finger hits. Only it s worse, and it is actual p**n this time, with an up-close view of someone s ass being violated by the world s biggest p***s. Arrick has one of those dumb TV s with internet crap and buttons for crazy things. It would seem he has a direct link to p**n on this damn demon-like contraption, which actually surprises me. He doesn t seem like the p**n type. I throw him a serious questioning, if a little accusatory, frown as he slaps a hand over my eyes, covering them."
" For the love of God. Arrick groans and slides the thi
