Me:I think shes kinda hung up on what went down between me and her twin sister
Summer:Say what now?
Summer:Twin??
Me:She has a twin sister
Me:I made out with her years ago
Summer:???
Me:This song just got dirtier
“Is this Ariana Grande or something…?” Danica called over.
“Janet Jackson,” I said, without looking up.
I did not want to see whatever her hips were doing right now.
Me:Do you have any songs that dont sound like a porn soundtrack?
Summer:I don’t, actually.
Summer:Let’s get back to this twin thing.
Me:I may have asked her to marry me. When I was drunk
Summer:Danica?
Me:Her twin
Summer:ASH. If you TOLD me you proposed to her sister, I never would’ve told you to go alpha on her.
Me:Thanks. I didnt propose
Summer:You just said.
Me:Im not talking to you about this anymore
Summer:Of course you are.
Me:Nope. Sending my playlist soon
I opened my playlist and contemplated the last few songs to add to it.
Out of the corner of my eye, Danica kept doing her thing. I had no idea the Beastie Boys were so sexy, but as her ass twitched to “Intergalactic,” I was pretty much hypnotized.
She was so. Fucking. Sexy.
Pretty.
Girly, in the best way.
All I could think about was the hot, silky-wet sleeve of her cunt bearing down on my fingers as she wriggled in my lap. The way her whole body spasmed when she came and her eyes glazed over.
The way her lips fells open and I just wanted to fuck every hole she had right in that bar.
The fact that she’d given me the green light to take her out as soon as this project was done had me seriously fucked in the head.
