Texts With June
Scotty
Remember that no-touch orgasm I told you about?
June
With the octopus guy in your weird books?
Octoman.
Whatever.
Ford came over last night . . .
Stop.
And he got me to scream his name without even touching the devil’s doorbell.
STOP!
He’s filthier than I remember . . .
TMI. We have to name it!
Octogasm
Too fishy.
MONSTERGASM!
Tell Campy to whisper dirty words in your ear then breathe on your nipples. Monstergasms are better than showergasms.
Wow.
But I did good on that name, right?
Almost as good as Ford did with the execution.
Gag.
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