Tangled in Tinsel (The More the Merrier, #1)

by Trilina Pucci

Well, I guess we’re all going to get food poisoning. Because there’s no way I’ll be able to focus enough to make it through dinner without salmonella and E. coli gang-banging this party.

“Never sit and drink because you’ll fall down when you stand.”

Fuck you for being so observant. And fuck me for having a chubby.

We’re unsure if she’s an observer or ready to sign up for an action-packed cock adventure.

I’ve fallen into Reed’s dick sand, sucked into the serious hotness this guy exudes. I’m lost forever, like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Cock.

Excuse me, ma’am, what’s on your bucket list?… Oh, who me?… To be fucked by four dudes. Check. Check. Check. And motherfucking check. Who’s that bitch? I’m that bitch.

Bite me, and maybe I’ll let you wife me up. But probably not because I’ll just want to fuck all your friends at the same time.

intact. If ever I find myself out of work, I can most definitely get a side gig as a gift wrapper. If I can wrap my pussy, I can wrap grandma’s slippers.

Page 7, paragraph 2: There are no rules once you’ve been gang-banged under the mistletoe.

“Think of it as proof of life since we’ve spent two days murdering your pussy.” “Proof of life would be photos of me, not you.”

How fucking starved was my pussy? One dirty dip, and she’s a crack whore.

Make me the unofficial fourth member of Destiny’s Child singing “Survivor” because you tried to murder my pussy.