Kieran's P.O.V.
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"Fu.ck, I should have asked to get my jeans washed at some point," I said. "Not like we wouldn't have had the time."
"Kieran," Pierce groaned, annoyed.
"What?" I asked, feigning innocence. "Just imagine bending Otti over a washing machine. Like one of those cheap pornos. Otti's plump, fine, perfect a.ss hanging out for us to use. Hmmm."
Pierce gave me an annoyed look.
"You wouldn't even let me fu.ck her, but you say all that." He said.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Dude, you and I both know that if either of us put our di.cks in her, we would have been here all night." I replied. "Look at how long we were here without having s.ex. It's past two in the morning-"
"I know, I know," Pierce interrupted me. "I just... reall
