[Trixie's Suite]"This Micheal guy is fascinating as always. Stravinsky's death will surely shake the organization," Sin sounded full as he ate from a cone of ice cream.He sat on a couch in Trixie's living room, legs on the center table.Trixie stood n front of him, arms crossed on her breasts."Aren't you gonna leave? You've been here for an hour," she scowled."I'm talking about Micheal, and all you're concerned about is me leaving? Trix!" He rolled eyes."I don't wanna hear about Micheal from you. I have a phone, and if I wanna read anything, I'll visit the group chat!" she shot."Ruuude," Sin drawled."I need to sleep, Sinclair! Just leave with your sweet tooth!" She pulled him up, but he pulled her back with him.He fell on the couch with her on his laps, her ass hitting his boner."You're hard, Sinclair. Go fûck some bitch!" she noticed, standing up."I hate when you chase me," he complained, face unsmiling, but then his phone rang."Maya? Why is our psycho sister video calling
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