Cerulean Cape Salt

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He was unperturbed. That was new - Nyamh had a knack of ruining encounters, and indeed she'd ruined much simpler ones than these. She snorted, giving a soft snicker at his rebuttal. "So you are some sick fuck, then. You like getting pissed on?" A soft smirk and another snort. "Kinky." She pulled away from him. "You got a name, or am I jus' callin' you 'sick fuck'?"