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Contd Ariel Beckham. W—what?” I stammer, caught completely off guard. “His cock.” she says, shamelessly. “He has a massive c**k. The kind that’s all length, all… virility. And don’t even get me started on the tip.” She tips back her bottle, downing what’s left. “Anita, why would you even want to talk about this with me? My goodness…” “Oh, don’t be such a prude! If I can’t have him, you could at least give me the damn details. There are plenty of men who have…let’s just say, equipment, but no idea how to use it. But Ramirez? Ramirez knows what he’s doing. And he’s…well, let’s just say he’s well-equipped.” “Right.” I give her a nod, frantically scrolling until, at last, I find Ramirez’s name. I hit call, trying to keep my face neutral. “So?” she snaps back at me. “How did it feel?”
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