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Ciara laughs. “Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I press my lips together, waiting for her to begin reading.

“The things I like are beyond what you have ever experienced,” he growls, running his fingers over the curve of my breast. “You might not like it.”

“Tell me,” I whimper, arching my back. “Tell me, Daddy.”

I snort and giggle.

Ciara takes a sip of her drink, wheezing out a laugh.

“Daddy,” Addison hisses. “Now do you see why I didn’t want to read it?”

Ciara gives her a look. “It gets worse.”

“Yes, my sweet little girl. Tell me what you like.”

“I like it when you boss me around, Daddy.”

“Would you love me even if I show you what I want to do?”

“Yes.”

“Close your eyes, open your mouth. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I close my eyes and open my mouth.

He stands above me, his hard length above my face, then I feel the warm, golden stream ...

Ciara gags and tosses the book. “No. Oh. Noooooo.”

“That’s foul,” Janine says from her spot next to Muff, the only sober one of the group. “Tell me he did not just piss in her mouth.”

“What kind of twisted bullshit do you women read?” Jackson grunts. “Fuck me.”

“I’ve never read anything like that. Where the hell did you find this book?” I scrunch my lips in horror.

“It was in an old box,” Addison shudders. “I need to shower.”

“We’re not done with the game,” I say. “Pick up the book, let’s keep going.”

“Nuh uh.” Addison shakes her head. “Hell no. I’ll get another one. I don’t even want to know where that was going to go ...”

She disappears and comes back a moment later with another book. It is from the same author, but it has a less offensive cover. Hopefully, less offensive content, too. Addison thrusts the book to me. “Your turn. Ciara, you couldn’t finish the passage, so you have to double shot.”

“And we have to know,” I tease. “Have you done it?”

She throws an empty can at me, and Spike growls, shaking his head in horror.

We all laugh.

I take the book and open it, finding a passage. It’s quite raunchy, but not disgusting to the point where I feel physically sick. I start reading out loud, trying my best to keep my composure.

“Placing my hands on the ground, he puts me in a headstand position, holding my legs up with his hands, then he spreads them, burying his face into my pussy ...”

I pause, blinking. “Wait, what?”

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