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Bullshit.

See, Zach was friends with Dylan’s roommate. And from what he heard, the dude hardly pulled anyone at all. Maybe one or two girls in a month, if he was lucky. And apparently his room smelled like dead fish. Dylan’s big-guy talk was clearly an act he put up to make himself look like the hottest guy on campus. Zach wished someone would -

“Hey! Get the fuck off of me!”

A shrill, irritated voice dragged Zach back to the present, and he saw Dylan holding a beautifully average-looking woman by the waist. He had handed his beer to someone nearby, gripping the woman tightly as she struggled and thrashed in his arms. Many of the partygoers around them turned the other cheek in a disgusting display of apathy, ignoring her protests as she smacked Dylan’s chiseled chest over and over again. “Come on, babe,” he purred, “you know you want it.”

She tried to twist out of his grip and he removed his arms from around her waist and instead put his hands on her shoulders. “I said get off! Let me go, you stupid fuck!”

“Aww, she’s playing hard to get,” he cooed, and a few of his fellow drunkards laughed. “Don’t worry about that, babygirl. You don’t have to fight it.”

She spat in his face.

Zach watched intently, not realizing he was halfway out of his seat in an effort to go help her, as Dylan screwed up his face against the wet, sticky saliva splattered over the side of his nose and part of his eye. He held the woman by one arm as he wiped his face with his other hand, and there was a defiant flame in his eyes as he gripped her even harder. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he growled, and now the crowd around them was beginning to dissipate as the drinkers and smokers backed away, scared to be involved in what was quickly about to become a police case.

“I told you to let me go,” the woman said smugly, her tone spelling out the words, I warned you this would happen, idiot.

Dylan huffed, giving her a sharp, violent shake by her shoulders. “Listen, you little cunt, you’re coming home with me wether you like it or not.”

She struggled more as they argued back and forth, with Dylan spitting insults and orders for her to go home with him and to just obey, and the woman demanding - not begging, demanding - for him to let her go. Then it happened - a roaring chorus of laughter and cheers rose up from the crowd as Dylan suddenly released the woman and doubled over in agony, his hands cradling the precious space between his legs as he dropped to his knees. Zach’s jaw dropped as he watched, but the woman seemed unbothered by the damage she had done. She was standing defiantly over Dylan’s crumpled and choking figure. “I told you to let me go,” she purred. “Should’ve listened.” Then she strutted away in her tight blue jeans and black high heels, without so much as a single stumble.

The water was cold, but the soap in the guest bathroom smelled sweet and flowery. The scent stood out horribly against the visual - there were mismatched panties, bras, boxers, and other garments littering the tub and floor, even a thong hanging from the shower head. Trash was scattered in a circle around the trashcan, and there were remnants of a suspicious white dust on the counter. Zach scoffed to himself and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked disproportionately tired compared to how he was feeling, and his lips were stained red from the two cups of wine he’d had a few hours ago.

A knock on the bathroom door. He straightened his shirt and opened the door, ready to leave - only to be greeted by the same girl he’d watched Dylan try to take advantage of. “Oh - uh, hey,” he stuttered out.

“Um… hi?” she answered, giving him hardly a glance as she waited for him to move out of her way. “Are you done in there?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” He stepped to the side, then cleared his throat. “Hey, you’re that one chick from earlier, right?”

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a strange look. “There’s a lot of girls here, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

Zach coughed. “Right, sorry.” Stop apologizing so much. “The, uh… the girl who - y’know - the one with Dylan?”

“With Dylan?”

“No - fuck, sorry.” Dumbass. “You’re the one who, uh… you… um, you’re the one who -”

“The one who kicked him in the balls for trying to rape me?”

“Yes! Sorry. Sorry, I, um…” he trailed off, deciding for a moment how to continue. He wanted to talk to her - and it was clear that she did, too, from the way she turned to face him - but he had no idea what to say. Finally, he swallowed and continued: “That was pretty cool of you.” That’s all you can think of? he chastised himself.

The woman smiled a little, glancing away for a moment before brushing a stray copper hair out of her face and meeting his eye again. “Yeah, I guess. I just hate when assholes can’t take no for an answer.” Her eyes darted downward for a moment, so quick that he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been making eye contact. Was she thinking he might be an asshole, too? No, of course not. Right?

Zach snapped himself out of it in an effort to not seem weird or creepy for just staring. “Yeah, no, I get it. Don’t worry about him, though. You for sure put him in his place. I think I saw him, like, five minutes ago - he was still crying,” he joked, and glowed a little when she laughed.

“Yeah, that sounds like him. I’ve seen him around, he’s a fuckin’ loudmouth. Good dick though, from what I hear.”

“Who, exactly, did you hear that from?”

“Him. You’re right,” she giggled. Again, her eyes shot downward for half a second. Was she sizing him up? “So, what’s your name?”

“Zach,” he said, almost too quickly. He was nervous. She was very pretty - he never liked the overdone look. Her long brown hair and honey-colored eyes were much more attractive to him than the blue-eyed blonde bimbos walking around campus or the lace-clad goths with platform boots and sharp eyeliner. He didn’t hate those girls, they just weren’t his type. Something about this Pinterest-born beauty, with her cool confidence and her knowing gaze, stirred something in him that made him feel immensely small, and he loved it. “You?”

“Heather.” She smiled softly, and he shifted his weight between his feet awkwardly. Once again, she glanced down, and this time, she didn’t let it go unmentioned. “And, uh… who’s your friend?”

Fuck! Zach had been too in-his-head to notice just how badly his dick was straining against his jeans. He’d felt it since she started talking to him, but he didn’t realize it had made itself so known. “Uh -” he gulped anxiously. “Sorry, I don’t - I’m really sorry, I can’t control it, I just - oh.”

Her hand was cupping him.

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend I’m not a whore,” she said with a gentle grin. “I came here looking to get fucked, simple as that. Just not by a complete pisswad like Dylan.”

“Y-yeah?” he stammered. “Is that why you -”

“Kicked him in the sack? Yeah. Duh.” Her gaze moved to his bulge and her mouth dropped open a little as his dick responded to her words. “Did it just…?”

Zach made a soft, incomprehensible noise as he stood there, frozen in place by the feeling of her hand on him. He hadn’t gotten laid in months. “I can’t control it,” he repeated, his mouth suddenly dry.

Heather smiled, stepping closer to him, until her firm-looking breasts were pressed up against him in the white crop top she was wearing. Her lips brushed his ear as she said quietly, “How about we go somewhere more private?”

“Wha… really?”

“I have a thing for soft boys like you,” she teased. “You’re fun to play with.” Her hand tightened on his dick, making him whimper before he could stifle the noise. She stood back to look him in the eye. “Come on. Let’s go find a bedroom someone’s not already fucking in.”

She led him by the hand through the house, weaving ungracefully between the clumps of students drinking strange mixes of alcohol and smoking things that smelled much too strong. Through the blur of a college party pulled straight from a Hollywood blockbuster, they finally ended up in an unoccupied, dimly lit bedroom. The door was locked, and almost immediately, he was pushed backwards onto the bed, and she was straddling him, her hips grinding expertly against his and her lips tasting of honey and cinnamon. There was a hushed exchange of “What’s your safeword?” before he groaned into their kiss as she pressed perfectly against his aching cock, his hands darting to her waist and his thumbs hooking into her belt loops to hold her there as he pushed up into her.

She broke their kiss with a gasp, sitting up to pull her top off - nothing underneath. Her tits spilled out with ease, her pink nipples hard and proud against the cold air, and he couldn’t help but move one hand from her waist to her chest, gripping one of her tits in his rough, calloused hand. She tilted her head back as he touched her, grinding against him a little more as he thumbed over her nipples. He was fascinated - each breast fit perfectly in his grip, a wondrous handful that left him craving for a taste. He sat up a little to meet her as she leaned down again, aligning himself with her chest and sucking her left nipple between his lips.

“That’s a good boy,” she whispered, and the words swam inside of him, making another whimper slither out past his eagerly sucking lips. His tongue flicked the little nub rapidly, and one of her hands tangled in his hair and held him where he was. “Good, good boy,” she praised, and he laid back further and let her put the other one in his mouth, exchanging his lips on the left one for his hand, once again teasing her now-wet nipple with his thumb. She moaned as he worked on her, rutting against him with barely-retained excitement, and the way she moved assured him that she was in charge of this whole operation.

She freed her body from him all too soon, dragging his face up to hers for a hungry kiss before shifting her weight off of him entirely. She moved down to the floor, her hands attempting to undo his jeans - and Zach suddenly groaned loudly in pain as her knee made rough contact with his balls. He reflexively curled up a little, his eyes tight-shut against the heavy pain quickly settling in his lower abdomen. And yet, distantly, he realized that the pain was sparking some disgusting sense of mild euphoria inside him. In the back of his mind, the part that could ignore the pain in favor of logic, he thought back for a moment to this same woman putting Dylan on the ground with a strong kick to his balls, and that thought combined with the pain he was suffering now was allowing a delicious sort of satisfaction to boil in his mind.

“Shit - I’m sorry!” Heather said quickly, snapping him back to the moment. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine - it’s fine -”

“Oh, fuck, um, okay, uh… here.” Her voice dropped from panic to a low purr once again, though it felt forced, as she gently massaged the sore bulge. He groaned a little, trying his hardest to relax as she palmed him. With her other hand, she began to undo his jeans. “See, that’s better,” she cooed, and he sighed as he felt her tug his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring to life, throbbing as she wrapped her hand around it, stroking it at a steady pace that had him tipping his head back against the bed in pleasure as the pain subsided.

She giggled softly, this time with no hint of forced pleasure in her voice, and leaned forward to lick a stripe from his base to his tip, swirling her tongue around the head before sucking it into her warm, wet mouth. He wasn’t huge, so it wasn’t hard for her to take the length of him down her throat, coating his shaft in saliva, streaking it with red lipstick as she sucked him. He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up into her mouth, and she responded with a soft moan, her lips forming a grin around his girth. With her hands on his v-line, she seemed to take a quiet, deep breath before deepthroating him - his hands gripped the sheets as her tongue worked at the base of his dick with the expertise of a pornstar, every nerve in his body feeling as if it was suddenly on fire. One of her hands moved to his balls, and again that small spark of pleasure at the thought of her hurting him made his hips buck into her throat. She pulled off of him with a soft pop, and he let out a pathetic little moan of protest - though her other hand replaced her mouth, stroking him as she gently massaged his sack.

“Y’know,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear, “you seem to like it when I get down here.” She gave his balls a squeeze for emphasis, and he made a noise that he knew he’d cringe at tomorrow. “I’ve always wanted to experiment with a guy’s balls, since they’re so sensitive. If you want, I could try… I dunno, crushing them?”

“Yes!”

Fuck. Too desperate. Way too fucking desperate. He felt his face growing hot as she looked up at him with wide, puppy-brown eyes. “That was fast,” she teased with a smile, reiterating what his mind kept berating him for over and over again. “So, you’re really into it, then? Like… really into it?”

As she spoke, her grip on his balls tightened gradually, until he was gasping. “Y-yes… please,” he mewled.

She laughed softly. “Aww, you’re cute when you beg.” She released him after one final, extra-tight squeeze, standing up and removing her own bottoms. He watched in awe as her jeans and panties slid down past her curvy hips, smooth thighs, until the fabric pooled at her ankles, her high-heeled feet stepping out with ease. Her pussy was shaved smooth, and his mouth began to water at the sight of her bare naked body. She loomed over him for a moment, and he suddenly felt very small under her gleaming gaze. “On the floor,” she hissed.

He did as she said almost immediately, thrilled at the thought of letting this random woman have control over him for the night. His heart was pounding almost painfully against his chest as he slid down to the floor, his tailbone digging sharply into the hardwood floor, contrasting perfectly with the soft bedsheets against the back of his neck. He attempted to shrug his jeans all the way off, but her heel pressing into his chest and pushing him against the bed stopped him. “No,” she said firmly. “Leave them for now.”

“But -”

He barely had time to speak before she had smothered him.

The back of his head sank into the bed as she pushed her bare pussy into his face, her heel leaving his chest so that she could prop herself up with one knee on the mattress. His tongue flicked out on instinct, and he whined softly as it delved between her slick folds and gathered a mouthful of her honey. His chest felt tight with the need for air, but the feeling only made him throb as he licked up more of her leaking juices. She moaned as he tongued her, grinding deeper against his mouth, urging him on. He lapped at her like a starving dog before darting for her clit, flicking the little nub as rapidly as his facial muscles would allow. His lips kissed her pussy passionately, and he hardly noticed her shifting her weight onto her knee a little more.

Suddenly he felt pressure on his shaft, and he realized she was stepping on his cock with her other foot. An almost inhuman noise of pleasure escaped him, and Heather laughed through her moans as she stepped a little harder. “That’s right, bitch, cry for me,” she drawled. “Let’s hear you whine like the little slut you are.” Her foot dug a little deeper into his dick, and he stifled another whimper by attempting to fit his tongue into her creamy hole - but she wasn’t satisfied. “Is that the best you can do?” She scoffed, this time putting a good majority of her weight onto his dick. “I said cry, bitch.”

Almost as soon as she finished talking, he finally gave in and let himself moan the most pathetic, little-man moan he’d ever heard. She released his dick, lifting her hips a little to allow him to breathe, and he gasped at the sudden relief. His tip felt strangely tight, and his entire manhood was throbbing with the need for release. He felt himself thrusting gently, ever-so-slightly humping the air like a common dog, and he could feel pussy juice sticking to his chin, even clogging one of his nostrils.

I’m not gonna survive this. The thought flooded his mind before he could stop it, and if he was honest with himself, he didn’t quite care.

Heather was giggling at him - yes, at him. He could feel the disdain soaking her voice like venom. “You’re fucking adorable,” she teased. “We didn’t even go for that long, and I’m already edging you.” She pressed against his mouth again, and he moaned as he began to work his tongue between her sweet, wet pussylips. “We’re gonna go until you make me cum, got it?”

He choked out some muffled, distracted version of an “mmhm” as she wiggled her hips a little, settling against his face. He desperately wanted to please her, and his hands reached up to grip her ass.

“Hey!” She broke the contact so suddenly that his heart skipped a beat. “Who the fuck said you could touch me, you fucking whore?”

“I… I-I’m sorry, I -”

He yelped as she swung her leg and kicked him square between the legs - not nearly as hard as she’d kicked Dylan, but enough for Zach to bend him at the waist, cupping his balls as he shut his eyes tight against the pain. “Sorry, what?” she spat. “Use your fucking manners.”

“I’m sorry, m-ma’am,” he managed to hiss through gritted teeth.

“That’s better,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Didn’t think you’d be such a needy cunt. Fine.” She kneeled down and tugged his jeans all the way off, and he opened his eyes in time to see her pulling the belt free from the mass of denim. “Sit forward,” she ordered, and he obeyed quickly. He felt the rough, worn faux leather of his belt tighten around his wrists, and before he could register what was happening through the throbbing pain in his nethers, she was on him again, her pussy pinning his head back. He didn’t try to touch her again - partially out of masochistic, horny fear, and partially because the subtle rubbing together of his wrists and the way his belt moved on his skin told him he’d been bound behind his back.

His mind was reeling as he once again slid his tongue over her folds, diving as deep as he could into her hole before licking straight up to her clit. He wriggled the tip of his tongue under the hood, and felt her legs tremble a little as he made direct contact with every little nerve ending that he knew resided there. Once again, her weight shifted onto the bed, and he felt her squishing his cock under her foot again - only, for a moment, he felt the thin, hard heel of the shoe teasing his tip, and felt himself start to panic a little bit. “Easy, little man,” Heather teased, “just keep licking.” She moaned, pressing into his dick a little harder before continuing: “We don’t wanna pop it, do we?”

A shiver ran through his body at the thought of it, and he eagerly pushed his face deeper against her pussy, eliciting a moan from his one-evening mistress as she removed her heel from his tip and instead pressed her foot harder into his shaft. His body was aching to touch her - he wanted to run his hands over her perfect ass and grab a handful of each perfect cheek, he wanted to slide two fingers inside her and watch them slick up with her cum before licking her clit, he wanted to fuck her, let her ride his now-aching cock. Fuck, he’d give anything right now to feel every inch of him sliding in and out of this dripping, tight pussy. And yet, all he could do to satisfy these little urges, even just a bit, was eat her like she was his last meal.

He drew as a deep of a breath as he could before smothering himself under her cunt, his stomach turning over excitedly as he heard a faint “Oh, fuck, that’s a good boy.” He let out a muffled whimper as he pushed his tongue into her again, this time fucking her with it as he would’ve with his dick, which she smashed harder and harder with every passing second. Every time his tongue dove inside of her, he could feel her walls squeezing whatever he could fit inside, as if her body was begging for more - and every time he pulled out again, he tasted another sweet mouthful of her nectar. His nose was buried against her shaved mound, and he could feel the bone rubbing back and forth over her spit-soaked clit. He could feel her grinding on him harder now, her foot probably turning his dick purple - was she getting close, fucking his face like a teenager humping her pillow? Almost immediately, his silent question was answered as she moaned out, “Fuck! Fuck, suck my clit, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

The cue was all he needed to pull his tongue from inside her, his lips wrapping around her throbbing nub as she bucked against his face. She let out a shaky, low moan as his tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves, and suddenly he could hardly breathe as a wave of juices drenched him. He felt like he was being waterboarded, and yet he craved more. More cum splashing over his chin, more to soak into his shirt and stick it to his chest, more for him to drink from her until she was completely drained and satisfied. He cried out into her mess as she stepped harder on his cock, feeling like he was going to explode. Every blood vessel down there felt like it was going to burst, and despite the pain - or maybe because of it? - he could feel his entire system begging to cum, still unable to with her shoe pressing down on his sore shaft.

Finally she released him, and he choked a little as some of her cum slid down the wrong pipe. He blinked for a moment, feeling dizzy, and it took a moment for her smiling figure to come into focus, resting beside him on the bed. “I guess I should’ve warned you I’m a squirter, huh?” she teased, and Zach responded with a tiny whimper as she took his cock into her hand, stroking it gently. “You still haven’t had your fun yet, have you?”

“N-no… ma’am…” he breathed. “Please… please, I want to cum for you.”

“Finally, some manners,” she drawled. He watched hungrily as she stood up and sifted through her discarded clothes for a moment. She rose up holding something small and pink, and he hardly protested as she kneeled down and stuffed it in his mouth. Her panties. “That should keep you quiet,” she said.

His heart was beating fast again as she stood in front of him, her pussy level with his face once more. “You ready?” she checked, and though she never made it clear what she was going to do, he didn’t have to guess. He nodded, took a deep breath, closed his eyes - and sobbed into the makeshift gag as she swung her foot into his dick, making perfect contact with the base of his shaft. A sharp spike of pain shot through his stomach, all the way up to his face, and he felt tears swimming in his eyes. Still, he gritted his teeth as she prepared for another kick. Once more, her heeled foot sent a jolt through his body, and he let out a screeching howl that was muffled almost to a hum by the panties in his mouth.

The kicks continued, with Heather laughing as he let the tears spill over. He could feel snot dribbling from his nose (or maybe it was cum from earlier?), and his stomach was heaving as if he was going to vomit. By the time he lost count of how many blows had been delivered, there was a heavy black tidal wave rising behind his eyes, and he had to force it away in favor of more kicking. He could feel his own orgasm getting closer and closer - he didn’t want to pass out now.

Heather gave him one final kick that left the room spinning, and for a moment it felt as if his whole head was… expanding? He tried to blink away the feeling, but the dizziness held on tight, leaving his forehead pounding as fiercely as his poor, damaged cock.

He gasped, nearly choking on her panties as he felt her cold toes on his balls. He opened his eyes wide - she’d taken her heels off, and was sitting across from him on the floor, one leg bent up to her chest, the other stretched out toward him as she fondled him. He moaned, leaning back against the bed and letting the agony from the kicks subside. She was refusing to let him cum, and the desperate need for release was making his balls feel heavy and sore, an even better target for her abuse. Still, her feet were cool and soothing, and her toes were massaging him in a way that made him want to push his hips against her for more. “That’s a good boy,” she purred. “Such a good little slut, taking it so well for me. Think you can handle some more?”

He whined out a soft protest, and she giggled. “Come on, little man. You know I wasn’t asking. You want it. You’ll handle it.”

She was right. He hadn’t called the safeword yet. He wanted as much as she would give him, and he almost hated himself for that. But the knowledge of how disgusting he was for liking this made it all the more exciting.

He watched with a dull ache in his abdomen as she stretched her other leg out, both of her feet pressing bare against his balls. His moans were soft, breathless, shaky, and she smiled at this and continued to massage him. He could feel himself throbbing and hot against her cool skin, and he shuddered at the thought that this alone might make him cum. No, he pleaded with himself, please, not like this. There was no way he could give in to such an anticlimactic orgasm after everything he’d already been through. His body, however, refused to cooperate. He was so on-edge that his tip was leaking an embarrassingly heavy amount of precum, and he could feel himself losing control. He looked up to meet Heather’s gaze with a pleading stare and a soft, begging whimper.

“Awwww, you gonna cum?” she teased, giggling. “Not yet, honey.” She pulled away from him, moving closer, until she was planted right between his legs. Her tits bounced in his face for a moment as she settled in - then her lips were on him, kissing him just as passionately as when she’d dragged him in here. Her tongue rasped over his bottom lip, and he cursed the gag for not letting him suck her tongue into his mouth.

He almost choked on his own moan as she reached down and gripped him with a cold hand, making a perfect ring around the very base of his sack. He strained against the belt binding his hands behind his back, though he wasn’t sure why. But he was frozen in place, eagerly awaiting her next move.

Another shock of agony washed over him as she slammed her knee over the hardwood into his trapped balls. With nowhere to go, they sort of split over the sides of her knee, an abnormal feeling that somehow drove him delirious with pain and pleasure. He craved more, and she answered his prayers quickly with another blow. Her hand kept his balls perfectly in place, a steady target for her rough, no-holds-barred play. He could feel more tears welling up behind his eyes as he screamed into the gag, the hickies she was now leaving all over his neck and collar doing nothing to quell the aching, dull agony that was curling around his torso. He whimpered as he felt himself ready to cum, bursting at the seams - and felt the tears spill over as he realized that he would not be able to cum with her hand wrapped around his sack as it was.

And she knew.

She knew, and she was using it to her advantage, gripping him tighter and hitting him harder. With each knee to his balls, he wanted more and more to curl into the fetal position, and his arms were fighting against the leather belt keeping his hands where they were, keeping him helpless. He didn’t even want to be free - it was his body betraying him, and the thought of how primal this whole scene was filled him with excitement. His cock was twitching now, begging to explode. Please, please, please, please, ran on a constant repeat in his head. Whether he was begging for more kicks, for her to free him from the abuse, or for a simple orgasm, he’d never be able to tell. The whole world was a blur now, a blurry mess of pain and pleasure and dizzyingly spinning walls. It was building faster and faster, and he didn’t know if his swollen balls could take much more of this.

Suddenly, she released him, and with one final, free kick to the sack, he felt himself burst. Cum shot out from his tip in thick white ropes, and a wall of flashing lights and shattered stars blinded him. He’d expected a roar of pleasure to escape his mouth, and was instead reduced to nothing but small, repeated little whines through his fabric gag.

He thought maybe he passed out, but he was never sure. All he knew was that one moment, he was having the best orgasm of his life, and the next, Heather was dragging him up onto the bed. He could feel her huffing a little - he wasn’t exactly heavy and she wasn’t small, but he knew he was dead weight at the moment. His dick and balls were throbbing and hot, and he barely stirred from his swimming dizziness as she tossed a blanket over him. He caught a glimpse of her wiping his cum off of her body, then tugging on her clothes, and smiled as he realized her panties were still in his mouth.

“That was fun,” she said nonchalantly. “I’ve always wanted to do that with a guy.”

Zach could only nod weakly and mutter a soft “mm” through the panties.

He could feel her undoing the belt keeping his hands in place, and a moment later, he was freed. “I guess I’ll see you around, right? I’ve seen you on campus before, I’m sure I will again.” He heard her heels walking away, then hesitating as the bedroom door unlocked with a click. “Maybe we could do this again sometime.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

The door creaked open, and her heels clicked away. Finally, Zach was coming to, and the pain in his balls throbbed a little more prominently as some random partygoers cheered for him, mentioning something about, “Ayo, Zach got fuckin’ laid!”

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