The waiter brought us our food, most of what’s on the platter going over to Sarah’s half of the table. Steak, baked potatoes, macaroni and cheese, the works—all of that was just for her. All I had in front of me was just a simple plate of pasta and a side of breadsticks.
“Do you really plan on eating all that, woman?” I blatantly asked.
“Think I can’t?” she replied.
“With that big mouth, it’s possible.”
“Too bad I can’t say the same thing about your dick.”
“It’s too small to even fit in my ‘big mouth.’”
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