The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal.
The alcohol burned as it slid down my throat, and soon enough, the conversation flowed as easily as the liquor.
“So you survived your honeymoon?” She teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. I laughed, brushing my hair out of my face.
Doris started, grinning. “Give me something, please,” she pleaded playfully.
"Tell me you got to suck his dick. That’s the best part of the wedding night.”
I choked on my drink, laughing despite myself. “It scared me more than anything!”
Doris raised an eyebrow, leaning in. “Tell me more.”
I nearly choked on my drink, laughing at her bluntness. “You want to know about Dontrell’s dick? No way, that’s for me to know and for no one else.”
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