“Flaccid dreams lover boy,” she says.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re a soft cock even in your dreams,” she says with an evil grin, as she tosses the vase towards him. With a simple backhand he deflects it, only to find her already mid-flight.
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