C69 Sixty-nine

Laughter escapes my lips, Clarissa winks and I throw my head back. This girl. She licks her lips and cracks her knuckles in a supposed gangster style. I scoff. Between both of us, we can’t hurt a fly, the most we can do is fight with our mouths but she is better at it.

“Alright, bitch, playtime is over,” she says in a voice eerily similar to Riley Freeman, I shake my head