Darryl, he might have hurt himself!

You turn your head to look back at Darryl, worrying he might have fallen or something. Instead, you see him crouched halfway between you and the pile of boxes he was searching through. That would be weird enough, but to make matters worse, his dick is hanging out of his pants! It's flaccid, but there is a thin string of cum dripping down from it glistening in the light from the window. You see a similar sheen on both of Darryl's hands. What the hell?

Darryl stands frozen for a moment, shock on his face, and at the same time you realize what he must have been up to, he charges! You yell at him as you scramble up from the couch. "What the hell are you doing, Darryl?!" "Did you think I'd just let you walk all over me forever?" He's practically growling as he stalks around the couch, and you back up a little to maintain some distance. "You've been taking advantage of me for years! And what do I get in return? Some absentminded blowjobs? Not anymore!" He runs towards you, but you sidestep his charge, evading him and his cum-covered hands.

Seeing that Darryl has lost his balance, you hook one of his legs and push him, throwing him onto the floor. He lands on his belly, and you press your advantage. You kick him right between the legs. "AAAAHH! Fucking BITCH!" Darryl is screaming in pain, and you're sure the neighbors must be getting worried by now. Still, you do not let up, kicking him in the family jewels again and again until he can't even scream properly anymore. By the time you step back, he's whimpering on the floor. It's about time for you to get out of here, but first, you hurry over to the boxes Darryl was pretending to search through. In short order, you find what you were looking for. A tiny little gizmo made to fit in a persons ear. That must be it. Without another look at Darryl, you storm out of his room and back to your own.