We can hear him every time he sings along
with that song, that “Can’t Find A Better” song. xxvideo All he
could hear was a kind of rushing noise, and faint sounds that weren’t
really clear. “Todd? KNOCK. He stood
outside their door, listening with all his might. He needed a glass to
stick up against the wall, to hear what was going on in the next
apartment. Anjou. Mom was in no mood to hear excuses, not after Mister Coffee. Had he imagined
it? Click. Squeak. “Oh, yes–FUCK me–with–your–hard–cock–OH-OH-Ohhhhhh” her
rich voice was vibrating, shaking as he pounded into her. Too bad he’s not old enough for a cigarette afterwards. “Todd, sweetie?”
Todd tried to answer, but nothing would come out of his throat.
