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“Holy shit. I got married…” My eyes lock with theirs. “And you two fucked my wife.”
he winks and rubs his jaw, tapping a finger to it as he adds, “Good. Now, give daddy a kiss and make it better.”
“The point is…your cock, Crew, is my Fun Dip. Deliciously flavored but only good for one round, or you’ll end up making me sick.”
That girl I married: No, YOU listen… There’s nothing sweeter than meeting your soulmate and finding out he likes it when his friends fuck you too. Now I know why the lord gave me one heart and three holes.
From now on, I’m only reading hockey romance. I’ll take those toothless, ice-skating yahoos over lame-ass quarterbacks any day.
Her pussy is my Super Bowl, and I want that ring. So fucking bad.
“I want you upstairs, on the island, legs spread with my tongue fucking that tight pussy. I want you to come until you’re squirting and sliding all over the goddamn marble like the dirty little slut you are. And when you’re done, I want you sitting on my face so we can do it all over again.”
“If god was a woman, then men would be able to find a woman’s clit.”
I’m hoping that bitch wants me to get plays run on my pussy until I scream, Touchdown Niners.
“I get your pussy first and last. You hear me? No exceptions, or I’ll let it fucking starve to death.”
I nod for the last time. Because Crew tips my head back further as he leans over me and spits into my mouth. “Now you can fucking swallow.”
oh shit
