The Scam Called Love
He actually replied!
“How about tomorrow? No talking, no distractions, just wild sex,” his message read, and for a moment, a thrill shot through me, images of him deep inside me popped up.
Back at his house, I feared he might back out.
I quickly typed back, “Love-making to some country tunes. I can’t handle two full days of you, but slow grinding, I can,” I sent back.
He responded with a laughing emoji, “Last I checked, you called me Mr. Small Dick, and your punishment is still pending.”
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