- Can you take me home?

"No problem," the guy agreed.

- Fuck you, - intervened Golovin, - I brought you, I'll take you.

My tongue itched to answer him some filth, but I stubbornly looked at Matvey.

- I'll go change, - Max muttered and went into another room.

Matvey and I turned and looked after Golovin. He flaunted in some sportswear, sparkling with his biceps and triceps. His perfect back smoothly turned into the same perfect, elastic, inflated ass.

- And his ass really sucks, - concluded Sokolov.

We looked at each other and laughed softly, like some kind of conspirators.

I managed to take a few sips...