“And I must say,” she went on, tone suddenly perking like she was about to spill hot tea, “Caleb is a little hot though.”
I froze.
“Wait..what?”
“Don’t act brand new. You saw that d**k pic.”
My thighs clenched.
“You moaned for that d**k pic
“I didn’t..”
“Oh, you did. I felt it. That V-line? That cocky little sweatpants bulge? Mama Mia.”
I slapped my hand over my mouth like I could trap the secondhand arousal crawling up my spine.
She giggled in my head like the horniest voice in the multiverse.
“And that c**k?” she purred. “Oh, sweetheart. That was no high school d**k. That was ruin-your-life d**k. That was put-it-in-the-diary d**k. That was I-will-never-look-my-dad-in-the-eye-again d**k. And you saw it. That glistening tip. That vein. That weight. God. I nearly shifted from the
