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"Grinding, eh? My day," Greg said against the side of John's head, "we called this a dry hump."
"Frottage," John corrected, adjusting his angle.
"Oh, hark at the posh lad," Greg mocked, and rocked a little bit, like he thought this was going to be subtle.