Cojiendo A Mi Prima Borracha Novels & Stories

By tomorrow, I was sure as hell going to suffer a head beating. My hair was lifted and I knew it was Mike. He rubbed smoothing circles behind my back as I continued to hurl like a freaking fountain. No more Jose Cuervo and Screwdrivers for me. Period. "Ugh," I groaned, finally sure that I had emptied the last of my dinner. I flushed the toilet and then slumped down on the cold tiled floor. "This sucks." Mike chuckled, low and deep then sat next to me. "That's for downing shot after shot of Mr. Cuervo."

Then, turning to me, she asked, “You ready to get drunk, right?” I nodded. Why not? The last time I had gotten drunk I had ended up getting nakéd and having séx with Cole. It will probably help with the way my body was so tense right now even though I was actively trying to relax. I curled my fingers into fists to keep them from shaking and for a moment closed my eyes, taking several deep breaths.