"GRAAAAH!"
Bicep Guy's roar echoed through the air as he charged at Artis once again, his jaw broken from the earlier punch and his pants still stained with his shame.
But his pride as a man was hurting even more. There was no way he was going to just stand there with a boner like the rest of these pathetic cucks who called themselves his friends.
Not after watching this pretty-boy stranger grab Lily's tits like they belonged to him.
His eyes blazed with fury, a crazed look on his face as he barreled forward.
He could still see Lily's face, her mouth open and her eyes rolling back as Artis had squeezed her perfect, bouncy breasts.
The memory made his cock twitch again, and he gritted his teeth, hating himself for it.
'No. No more.'
He wasn't like these losers who'd just busted a nut in their pants from watching some other guy fondle her, even though he himself had cummed.
'No fucking way.'