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Dasia
The men came out, a boisterous bunch except for Ricky who stumbled back up the stairs he must have come down earlier.
“Night, night, sleeping beauty!” Greed hollered his way—and got the bird in response. “Grumpy fucker needs to get laid.”
“Telling me to go get busy?” Tina asked him, tapping a red fingernail against his cut.
“f**k no.” Greed clasped a hand on her thigh, keeping her close. “You keep that sweet a*s right there and keep rubbing against my dick.”
Giada made a gagging noise, and I burst into laughter as Pia’s face turned beet red.
The men sprawled at one of the tables behind us, and Pia slid off her stool, grabbing the plates and forks. “Foods cold,” she said, “but I’ll heat it up if you want—”
“Don’t bother,” Vigil told her while Giada grabbed what was left of
