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Tequila Mockingbird Carter Ratcliff

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Tequila Mockingbird Carter Ratcliff
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Publisher: Barrytown/Station Hill Press, Inc.
File Extension: EPUB
File size: 2.68 MB
Author: Carter Ratcliff
ISBN: 9781581771480, 9781581771381, 1581771487, 158177138X
Language: English
Year: 2015

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Tequila Mockingbird Carter Ratcliff by Carter Ratcliff 9781581771480, 9781581771381, 1581771487, 158177138X instant download after payment.

Longer, thicker, stronger … some girls obsess about it, but I’m way more realistic. I mean, the last guy who really got me off was totally average in the dick department. He was pretty average all around, but nice. So we had a nice time, plus highlights in bed. He found me in Spain, Málaga, to be exact, and took me to Ibiza for a week. Which was ultra-nice. One afternoon, I swear, every pair of male eyes on the island was ogling me in my basically invisible bikini. At night, I went to parties with this guy, the one with the average dick. The general idea was, here she is. My gorgeous model girlfriend. Proof of the pudding, though he did all the eating, except for this lovely afternoon in one of those thatched-hut things with this girl with no tan line who couldn’t get enough of me. Yummy.

Of course, the general idea is never quite what you think it is. Sooner rather than later I figured out that this very nice guy was giving people the impression that he was about to dump me. Just to show that he wasn’t grateful to be with this hot number—namely, me—and to explain ahead of time why I would not be hanging on his arm like a total lamo the next time he showed up on Ibiza. He never let me in on this side of his plan, needless to say, but I’m pretty sure this was it because one of his supposed friends started sniffing around me the second time we met, at this party on a terrace that reached way out over the waves. Which were about a thousand feet below.

Scary, right?

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