To be Inlove with Maya
I knew her too well — the more annoyed I got, the more she’d push.
“Maya, babe, you seriously need to live a little,” she continued. “Look at you. You’re twenty-seven, drop-dead gorgeous with a body that could make men beg… and you’re still a virgin? You’re letting that tight little pussy go to waste, girl. I’m telling you, those fictional men in your spicy books can’t eat you out, finger you, or fuck you the way a real guy can.”
My face burned crimson. “What the hell are you talking about?!”