Page 198 of Dirty Princess

So, yeah, fingers crossed for her.

And, hey, some lucky guy is going to have a wild night.

I’m pretty sure one flick of a finger to her clit and it’s going to be like stabbing the side of a swimming pool.

Gushing for hours…

I cringe at that thought.

That one was a little gross, right?

The bedroom door finally opens.

Maz steps out first.

She’s in a dress.

An emerald-green dress that’s all sparkly.

“I like the dress,” I say.

“It’s different for me,” she says. “Plus, they look good, right?”

She points to her chest.

I smile.

I nod.

She’s pouring out of the dress, but I guess that’s the point.

I honestly don’t even ask her what she’s supposed to be dressed up as.

Just some woman in a sparkly green dress with nice boobs.

Good for her.

And then here comes Birdie.

Dressed completely normal.

Except for some angel wings.

“All that time in there for that?” I ask.

“I wasn’t in there for me,” Birdie says. “Maz needed help with her boobs.”

“I could have helped with that,” I say.

“You want to touch my boobs?” Maz asks. “Jeez, Jaci, at least get me a little tipsy first. Or give me azaza.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I say.

I roll my eyes as Maz laughs.

I look at Birdie again. “So you’re an angel?”

“Don’t ask her,” Maz says.

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