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Are you sure you don’t want to drink tonight?” She slaps my hand and stuffs it in the middle console. “We can take an Uber home.” “Nah, I’m good.” “Well, if you change your—” “I won’t. I’m gonna fuck your mouth later, and something about me being drunk and you being sober while I do it doesn’t sit right with me.” Jennie doesn’t even miss a beat as she stares out the window. “Whether you’re drunk or sober isn’t gonna stop me from sitting on your face and coming all over your tongue.” She looks my way with a dazzling grin as I leave the car idling on the street, slack jawed, and she squeezes my thigh, right next to my cock. “Ready, big guy?
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