Page 105 of Friends Don't Kiss

Can’t wait til tonight

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Same <3

I’ve been a good girl

My dick stretches painfully, and I ignore the calls coming from the bay. Something about a socket wrench.

Yeah? Tell me

I worked on my business

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That better be dirty talk.

Hahahaha! It’s not.

We’re gonna have to work on your sexting skills.

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What’s wrong?

I don’t know how to do that.

Me neither. Never done that before. So let’s set some rules. Rule #1 is, you don’t call yourself a good girl or a bad girl and—

“Hey boss!”

“Just a sec.”

not follow up with something real dirty

Oh okay

I been a real good girl

Yeah?

I read a real dirty romance and didn’t finish myself.

“Boss!” Orson is standing in front of me, so I tuck my phone in my shirt pocket and hope to god he doesn’t notice my erection. Jesus Christ! I’m a fucking teenager.

Patrick comes right behind Orson. “Colton, man! Where’s the socket wrench?”

“The what now?”

They both look at me like I’m crazy, and maybe I am, because right now I just want to get back to my phone.

Yup, fucking teenager.

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