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I couldn’t sleep, either. So I waited until I was sure Steph wouldn’t wake up if I got out of bed. At the kitchen, I retrieved the ring from my bag and plugged it to my phone charger. I had no bead for it, but maybe it had a little oil left inside. I grabbed a beer and went to sit on the windowsill, waiting for the ring’s battery to get a little charge.

I found Big Ellie’s text from a couple of hours later. The son of a bitch had recorded the call from the restroom and made one of his funny GIFs. It showed me sitting on the toilet, my slacks still buttoned up and my hand squeezing my outstanding boner at the exact moment when a wet dot spread over the light fabric.

My own face caught my attention, the way my head had dropped back, my eyes closed and my mouth open in a silent moan. It felt weird, seeing myself at such a moment. The GIF triggered a flashback that made my lazy cock nod. There it was, the spoiled thing. Now it asked for action? Nah, I thought, leaning back and bringing on