Disappear in the morning.

You wake up and find yourself big-spooning Dex, with his arms and legs wrapped around yours. Ugh. You sigh and oh-so-carefully untangle yourself from his limbs and easing yourself off the bed while disturbing him a little as possible. You dress quickly and silently, then take one last look back at that gorgeous brown ass that you weren't able to get into, last night. You pull out your phone and risk taking a pic for posterity and future jerking off. The kid isn't worth more of your time, unfortunately for him. But, he swallowed, so that at least compensates for the bad date earlier this week.

You make sure you've got everything, and you unlock and slip out Dex's front door. You send a quick text off to Chris, asking where brunch is. You'll at least have something worth sharing around the table over mimosas.

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