“Tell me you didn’t fuck her in the ass, Ping!” Yao demanded. He was starting to think he was surrounded be fags.
“Her *what*!??” Mulan’s hands shot back to her own. “I’d never!”
“Where did you fuck her?” Ling (almost) smiled from the dirt. He got out of the way of Yao’s foot just in time. (“A guy I hit’s supposed to stay down!”)
“Where? The normal place. Where else? (Ha, ha!) I’m a normal – and tough! – guy!” She did a muscular pose.
“And where *is* the normal place, Ping?” Yao grilled the kid. Maybe he was right not to like him from the start.
“Uh, the normal place. You know, between her legs –Not in back: in front! Sort of in front. More in front than the other, uh, hole. - It’s at an angle!” Her hands made the angle her own vagina went up to her womb. She then turned scarlet.
“There’s no doubt he knows what the inside of a pussy is like,” Ling said, standing next to his friend. Yao’s elbow to his gut sent his back against the tree.
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