Mitch followed you to the couch, giggling.
Rolling your eyes, you scooted closer to Avi, wincing and whimpering as you had spread your legs a little.
Avi practically gasped, pulling you into his arms and holding you compassionately.
"Are you okay, baby?"
You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder.
Holding you close, Avi closed his eyes.
"So, Avi, did she suck your dick?"
"Mitchell!" Avi's eyes were wide.
"I did," you mumbled.
Avi blushed, chucking.
"Mitchell!" Scott yelled, as he had finished editing Superfruit.
"Stop interfering with other peoples' sex lives!" Scott dragged Mitch away.
Relieved that you weren't being interrogated, you snuggled into Avi even more, and he chuckled, his arms wrapped around your waist.
"Are you actually sore?" He whispered, looking into your eyes.
You nodded, laying against him.
"Aw baby.."
He held you carefully, kissing your face and neck gently.
A few hours later, your aunt got back, and she looked nervous.
"We need to get you guys back to America.."
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