"Oh, don't touch me there idiot!" B squirmed. "What the hell are you doing, checking the fruit for ripeness?"
"I'm just making sure they don't roll off the bed and fall on the floor, lard ass, " A retorted as he smacked B's ass.
"Oh nice, give me a flashback to those heinous nuns smacking me with rulers in grade school. Yeah, you really know how to work me lover boy."
"Like you're doing any better rug, all you know how to do is lie there."
TBC...
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