Thick Latina Is Always Ready To Get Fucked

What we had was nice.” I sighed. Phoebe was starting to enter her apartment again. Had the smiles and laughter and long, deep talks meant nothing? She peered at me with one eye, half her face buried in the mattress, and gave me a small smile. Or steals it?”

“What stuff?” I asked. One cat named Jack, a single-room apartment, a handful of relationships, and a small group of friends, including—

“Sup nerd?”

Dillon dropped into the chair at my small table opposite me, grinning ear-to-ear as he wiped his hands on his apron. I’ve met your family for Christ’s sake.”

I waited for her to say something—anything—but she didn’t even look at me or acknowledge anything I was saying. At least, that’s what I suspected. Natalie. “Jack,” I said, “don’t let her steal anything expensive.” Without another word, I opened the front door and walked out. “There’s sixty-something dollars in the side drawer. My eyes wandered over her body. Did I walk out the door, and you just happened to meet the guy on the same day? “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m sorry.” She finally looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, and I knew this wasn’t a fucking joke.