Now I’ve had a taste of unicorn pussy-the sweetest, rarest of all pussy-and I need it again. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me.ĭo I sound like an asshole to you? That’s because I am.Īnd guess what? It works just fine for me.īooks talk about sparks flying. Honestly, I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve got a big dick and an even bigger bank account. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Editor: Pam Berehulke, Bulletproof Editing
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