“He told me he was going to make me come so hard I would question whether I’d ever had an orgasm without him.” “Thank you, Jesus, he’s a dirty talker!” Lucille toppled over, the back of her hand over her forehead, pretending to pass out. “Shut up,” Angela whispered in awe. Dylan leaned forward, swirling her glass of wine. “Okay, but did he?” “You have no idea,” I replied, a massive grin stretching my lips.
