Mike started to reply but was tackled from behind when Matt piled into them. "Hey fuckstick," Matt said, helping Mike back up.
Emma turned and slapped him hard on his cheek. "He's still sore from the wreck you ass!" Emma yelled at him.
"Oh come on!" Matt yelled. "Look at him, he's fine! My boy ain't no p***y," he said.
Mike stood and gut punched his best friend. "Yeah, I'm okay you d**k," he smiled.
"Oof, fucker," Matt said, doubled over. "You and your sister are so damn violent! I'm just so delicate I'm afraid you'll hurt me one day."
Emma rolled her eyes at him. "You are kind of a p***y sometimes," she laughed.
Matt's eyes traced up and down her body at that moment and she shook her head.
"Goddamn Emma, you look delicious. Lemme have a bit of that!" he said, reaching over and grab
