Greg swiftly turned Cammy around before uncovering her eyes. "Here, take this," he said, pressing the valet parking ticket into her hand. "Go wait in the car. We need to dress up this idiot first. We'll be right behind you."
Cammy took the valet ticket and nodded without argument. She had zero desire to witness Harry's current state of nakedness any longer than necessary. "Yeah, no complaints here," she muttered before making a quick exit.
As soon as she was gone, Greg and Ethan scrambled to gather Harry's scattered clothes.
"Alright, man, time to get you dressed—" Greg started, only for Harry to start thrashing wildly in protest.
"No!" Harry slurred, flailing his arms. "I'm not leaving until I cum!"
Ethan recoiled in sheer horror. "Jesus Christ, dude! You've been here since lunch, and you still haven't managed to get it up?! There is something seriously wrong with your friend down there. You need to get that shit checked."
