Lewis sighed dramatically and tossed the dildos on the other side of the couch and crawled back up onto the cushions. "I don't know, you just try to relax your throat. If you can't, just put the top in your mouth and use your hands for the rest."
"The rest of what?" Bernie asked as if she'd just walked in on the conversation. Really, she'd been just around the door, listening. As soon as she'd seen Lewis trot down the hall with sex toys in his hand, she'd felt compelled to follow him. She stood behind them now, arms wrapped elegantly around her waist.
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