When the morning came and Seventeen came to take over the watch, he couldn't get up to the rock. He pressed his hand against an invisible wall and realized it wasn't something he could do anything about.
*It's fine. I don't need any sleep tonight,* came Laz's voice into his head. Seventeen just shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the camp.
Hera lay passed out on the side while Pooja was playfully smacking the side of her face with Laz's massive manhood.
"You seem to be in a playful mood?" Laz said with a smile.
"I don't want you thinking I'm some young girl who couldn't handle you and I don't think I made my case last night," Pooja said, her silky soft hair tickling Laz's sack as she continued to stare up at him with fire in her demonic eyes.
"I don't believe I ever said anything like that though?" Laz questioned.
