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After sitting alone at the bar for nearly three hours reading a series of “I’m running late,” and “I won’t make it” text messages, I threw away any hope of seeing my girls. Each tap of my nail against the rim of the glass in front of me was another point of realization. I had to get used to this new life as the last single girl in the group. We’d always promised each other that when
Trash ass friends if you ask me
I’d like to say I didn’t salivate at the sight of his dick, but I did. It was large, pulsing, with the same nodules that marked his arms, only smaller and with beneficial placements. “Oh, my God.” “Do not praise God when looking at my dick,” he ordered.
“Oh. My. G-” I started, but his hand covered my mouth. “Say it again, and I won’t leave you with enough strength to even think his name,” he warned.
Okay sir
