Reagan stared at the text message from Natalie that was delivered about two hours ago. She wanted to answer. Really she did. But she didn’t. She still hadn’t. Why not? Why couldn’t she tell her friend the truth? Maybe because it sounded sordid and trashy and she didn’t want her friends judging her or worrying about her? Oh, don’t mind me. I’m with Declan Carter and he just fucked my brains out for, hmm, about the past twelve hours. I think I’ve gotten maybe an hour of sleep and I’ve never felt better in my entire life. The man has made me come so many times, I swear to God my clit is sore. My entire body is sore but especially between my legs. Though if he slipped that giant cock inside me at this very moment, I wouldn’t protest. Not really. Maybe a little. Fine, more like I’d beg him to fuck me harder. And how is your trip to Vegas so far? Yeah. That sort of message wouldn’t go over too well.
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