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What a lousy batch of
below the bar, pre-ejaculating, foreplay-rushing twats.
shoulder. I had the mating skills of a ram on the National Geographic channel, but he got the point.
I was now Rayne Meyers, Sex Goddess, concubine of Hale Big Dick Davenport.
Okay, time to get’er done. Get in and get out. This was DEFCON 5, and I wasn’t taking any prisoners.
Yes, I apparently had a Keebler vagina, and he was on his way to shattering my tree house.
He glanced at me and frowned. “You’re sweating.” “I have high a functioning thermoregulation system.” “That’s not a thing.” “Yes, it is. I read it on a medical website.” “So you must be a doctor.”
“Then what the hell are you? You’ve had your enema face on since we got there—” “My what?” “You know.” I did my
best impression of his stuffy face. “I’m Hale Davenport. I don’t smile in public and I’m not impressed by big shrimp.”
Hello, my name is Rayne Meyers, and I really like sex. Really. Dr. Seuss could have written smutty poetry about me. I did it on a boat and by a moat. I did it in a car and on a bar. I did it on the floor and by a door. I did it here and there. I did it everywhere!
Using my caveman voice I said, “Hale no like when Rayne has male friends. Hale needs to get with times.”
