Ok so Joey may have some PTSD it's fine-

Angel Dust: *he sucks even harder and faster*

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Richie: *It twitches* {G-god I-I would not b-be able d-deal with this all day...} E-Eds...? I-I need some help*

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Kenyan: A-Ah~

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Kyle: *He moans with her, ramming into her even harder and faster*

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King Dice: *sigh* ah' dunno, Boss. Maybe 'e enjoys it or somethin'.

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Joey: *He tweaks his glasses, burying his face into Henry's chest.*

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