Good is worthy praise from Carmy. Richie fights against the smile that wants to arrive on his face and adopts an annoyed expression instead, putting it on like an old jacket.
"Hey, fucko, why don't you wash your.. mouth." That's the best he can do, okay, he's still a little come-drunk.
Richie considers it for a beat or two more, his brain slowly arriving at the point of revelation that Carmy is going to go back out there with those panties still on, with his cum in his ass. Maybe he'll even work the rest of the shift like that, slippery with it, feeling the ache of being fucked by him. That thought makes his higher functions short out a little bit, so he tries not to linger on it for too long.
"Fuck you," he finishes lamely. Turns away to head out (hands held up a bit, he's going to try to negotiate the door handle with his elbows), then turns back again. Swoops in fast to kiss Carmy clumsily somewhere in the region of his mouth, then turns back around and fumbles his way out of the fridge and to stinking, overheated, noisy freedom.
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"Hey, fucko, why don't you wash your.. mouth." That's the best he can do, okay, he's still a little come-drunk.
Richie considers it for a beat or two more, his brain slowly arriving at the point of revelation that Carmy is going to go back out there with those panties still on, with his cum in his ass. Maybe he'll even work the rest of the shift like that, slippery with it, feeling the ache of being fucked by him. That thought makes his higher functions short out a little bit, so he tries not to linger on it for too long.
"Fuck you," he finishes lamely. Turns away to head out (hands held up a bit, he's going to try to negotiate the door handle with his elbows), then turns back again. Swoops in fast to kiss Carmy clumsily somewhere in the region of his mouth, then turns back around and fumbles his way out of the fridge and to stinking, overheated, noisy freedom.