Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

"brogurt," he parroted aloud with a snicker. damn, saucy had some comebacks. dalia was quick as well, but her innocence was plain before her admission. the boy pondered the looming delight of turning her to the dark side, but before he could offer a bit of unsolicited commentary, the freckled yearling invited saucy to stay.
clearly taken with the idea, the seawolf's gaze brightened; he glanced between the pair of them with tail swaying at his hocks. the goal of the three brothers was becoming more firmly rooted in the sands, and saucy had been the first one to do that. there was some fondness in velen's expression; his lips curved in a roguish smile. 
there was not a moment's warning before he turned his chestnut eyes upon dalia, "by the way, jizz and coconut brogurt and man mustard are all names for what comes out of a penis. except brogurt. that's from your bro. no homo," velen deadpanned, slow-blinking at her. she was about to be so perverted. "and bust a nut means to like ... make it happen." he was beginning to lose it, but held on for the sake of what her face would do.