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he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock.
“Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer.
“Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle.
“You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.
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