All Downhill With You (Honeywood, #1)

by Julie Olivia

A stopped clock is still right twice a day, I suppose.

My entire being burns for Lorelei. It burns like the big dumpster fire that I am.

I’ve heard men say their women taste like candy. Or fruits. Or something else ridiculous. Why mask it with such flowery language? Lorelei tastes like pussy. And I fucking love it.