Christina Bertolo

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“You coming tonight?” she asked. He curled his lips like she was something sour. “It’s a stupid idea, Dillon. You honestly think no one else is going to be at the movies on a Friday night?” “The drive-in. We’ll be in the car—” “Am I not allowed to get food? Or piss?” She glowered at him. “I’ll bring an empty water bottle for you.” “You wanna see my dick that bad?” He lifted a brow.
Christina Bertolo
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The Thrashers
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