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Ancom wasn’t really enjoying quemself. Qui was having a bad day and had thought seducing quis greatest enemy might relieve some tension, make quem feel powerful, whatever. Instead, Nazi had his smelly dick in quis mouth and was making the worst moaning sounds qui had ever heard. He sounded somewhere between Peter Griffin and a really unenthusiastic prostitute, but Nazi seemed to be anything but unenthusiastic. It was a shame Ancom couldn’t say the same.
Qui felt dirty for doing this in the first place. Qui wasn’t usually in the business of sexual shame, but this was a new low. What was the fucking point? Nazi wasn’t going to have some kind of crisis and get woke from a little sloppy toppy. Qui wished qui had never been treated for the gonorrhoea qui’d gotten from Mutualism. It would’ve been nice to pass something on to the literal embodiment of fascism.
Disgusted with quemself and tired of quis aching jaw, Ancom bit down. Hard.
Nazi screeched. Qui kept quis teeth clamped down, tasting blood, while Nazi struggled to shove quem off.
“YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU MOTHERFUCKING – FUCK!”
Ancom was pleased. This was much better than swinging at him with a baseball bat. Nazi gave quem a sharp kick in the abdomen that finally dislodged quem, and qui fell backwards with a smile on quis face.
“FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING DEGENERATE! YOU–”
“Boo hoo.” Qui wiped the blood and pre-cum from quir mouth with the sleeve of quis hoodie.
“GET OUT! LEAVE! OUT!”
“Not going to make me pay?”
“OUT!”
Ancom picked up quis panties and skedaddled. Sometimes it was fun being a slut.