Grace took a look and made a pleased noise. “Usually dick pics look like hot garbage, but he has nice composition, good lighting, and excellent use of background.”
“I am disowning all of you,” Elsie said flatly.
Brea:Guess again!
Wilder:From the hot dog stand?
Brea:Now I’m offended.
“So I hope someone has a plan B,” Elsie said, grabbing another piece of pizza.
“Gimme that,” Grace said and cracked her knuckles. “Watch and learn, ladies!”
Grace as Brea:One more shot!
Wilder:…
Wilder:The girl from the baseball game.
Grace as Brea:Ooh premature ejaculation!
Wilder:No! You’re the only girl who’s ever written me back!!!
Wilder:I’ll eat out your pussy then buy you a car.
“Definitely Memphis Eve’s type,” I commented over Grace’s shoulder. She snickered.
Grace as Brea:*Kiss face.* It’s the girl from the farm.
Wilder:Shoot! I wanted it to be you!
Grace as Brea:No dice. I need a man who has it together.
Wilder:Please!
Grace as Brea:Ooh he’s begging! Well how about a consolation prize?
Wilder:A date?
Grace as Brea:I hear you liked that picture.
Wilder:*salivating*
“Gross!” Elsie said. “What is he, like twenty-three?”
“You don’t want a younger guy?” Ivy tittered.
Grace as Brea:If you like that, there’s more where that came from.
Grace copied in Memphis Eve’s Instagram page handle and sent the link.
Grace as Brea:My twin sister is super hot and super into you. Message her.
Grace sent Wilder Memphis Eve’s phone number.
“Now we wait. I guess you’ve got a little more time to experience all Mark Holbrook has to offer!”
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