Checking my phone

I spend several moments at the bathroom door making out with Vicky, tongue-fencing and squeezing her ass, before she tears herself away to shower. I pull on my clothes and grab my phone. I have several notifications, all for texts. I guess I was too preoccupied to notice, I think with a grin. I’ll check them after my shower.

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I don’t bother getting dressed, just plop down on my bed and open my texting app. There are texts from two people: Adriana Martin (whom I added to my contacts after her first text) and a number I don’t recognize, which I presume is Kenzie Leal.