Anyway. The waiter told me how he was fucking Gabriella. Gabriella was 21. She had a pretty face and she was stacked. She always wore fuck-me shoes, rain or shine. She seemed nice enough, but the waiter didn’t give a shit one way or another. “She’s dumb as a rock,” he said. I couldn’t see how it mattered. “She likes getting that ass stretched out, though,” he said. “And she buys me clothes.”
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