A sculpted stomach came into view as the bloke on the bottom was flipped over, and a curved dick bounced against his stomach. Not that the guy attached to the dick seemed to care, letting his thing slide in and out of the slick hole, which gaped and then clenched before the guy brutally shoved his dick back in. The sound was off, but from the way the owner of the arse was shaking, it must have bloody hurt. Danielle shoved her phone in my face, and right there, filling the entire screen, someone’s arse was being pounded by one of the thickest dicks I’d ever seen. The other girl, whose name I momentarily couldn’t remember, whispered, “Go on, show him.” “Why? Is it porn or something?” I didn’t know why I said these things, but Inez looked like she was about to cry.
“You don’t want to see this,” she said, an odd mix of excited and horrified. I probably had, but as always, I didn’t have the sense to care.
“What did you do to Bridget?” I asked, squeezing down on the last remaining place on the bench and huffing in disappointment when Danielle pressed the screen against her chest and glared at me like I’d interrupted something private. Well, all except Bridget, who stormed out and barged past me without saying hello. The gym was busy as always, a few people huddled over by the water dispenser, and there was muffled giggling coming through from the weights room, where I could see all the girls in our class bent over staring at the phone in Danielle’s hand. She had us in her corner now, and we would bloody protect her to the end of the earth. In any circumstance, it would never happen. I was sweating just imagining the horror my little sister would go through. Family could be an unwelcome obligation, but if there was one thing I would fight for to the death, it was that Olive would never be sent to some goddamn boarding school and would never, fucking ever be looked after by our parents again. All except for my maternal grandfather had long departed, and I wasn’t even sure he still lived in the country. Not that I had any contact with any of my grandparents. I liked the idea of giving something back. My headphones blasted music as I walked down the college corridors towards the on-site gym, where our first session today would cover gentle workouts for the older generation, a topic I found intriguing.
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