Jax sauntered over to you, smirk widening over his handsome features "Jake-y boy! My but-hole is itchy! I need someone to calm it down." He slapped his ass with glee.
You grin and his smile dissapears "Wait wha-" Before he can finish his sentence, you slam him to the ground withh such force and sit on his face, smothering him "Not today. Today is /my/ turn." You say, rleiahing the oportunity. Jax's muffled cries or music ro your ears, and you know he can smell your skid marked boxes even with jeans on.
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