"You were the one touching me. You were even the one that said I should sit up, that you wanted to adjust. The next thing is you pulling my skirt. I was not even in the mood, but you aroused me," she said.
"Yes, I did it, I initiated it, so what? Why must you moan? She noticed after she heard you moan," I said.
"So I should shut up and not moan when a big rod is inside me, right? Let's stop this argument, please. It's your fault, not mine," she said.
"Are you with any money here?" I asked her.
"The one you gave me to keep for you?" she replied.
"Just tell me you don't have, simple. What's your problem?" I yelled at her.
"What are you going to do with money?" she asked.
"To eat it, fool. I can see you like the gown you are wearing," I said.
My dick was busy dangling from left to right as I was walking faster. I got to a shop selling clothes and entered.
"Sorry, I need clothes," I said, covering my dick.
