“You must be fucking amazing in bed,” Gibsie mused. “If she’s hunting you down like this.” “Not the point, Gibs,” I growled. “No means no, lad.” “You can change your number,” he offered. “What’s the point?” I grumbled. “She’ll just find a way to get my new one.” “I know I’m always saying it, but I really have to say it one more time, lad.” Slathering two slices of bread with butter, Gibsie layered on cheese, dumped half a dozen slices of meat on top, and then proceeded to fold his sandwich in half and stuff it in his mouth before continuing. “I do not know how you ever put your dick inside
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