Well darlin’, I fuck who I want to. And right now that’s you.
A Short Southern Screw? So I was right. You're craving something south ot the Mason-Dixon Line." He moved closer, crowding her even though there was still a good twelve inches between them. "I can assure you, though, I'm a man who isn't short in any ...
I bet you don't hear no a lot." "It's a dirty word. I'm not a fan of it.
It's okay if you're intimidated by my overwhelming masculinity. I promise to take good care of you." "How sweet of you. But let's be honest. I'd ruin you for other women, and I'm just too nice to do that to an adorable thing like you.
Woman you’re as mean as a copperhead. Come here let’s find out if you’re as cold-blooded.
He released her arm and crossed his own over his chest. "I'm trying not to jump to conclusions. Spit it out." "I'm more of a swallowing kind of a girl." Holy hell.
The man was great, but no man was great enough to sever a friendship between her and one of her girls. Chicks before dicks, and all that.
