Duration: 10:31
Views: 114
Submitted: 3 days ago
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Rebecca lays out a little outfit, dice in her hands as the man at the other end bites, never makes his side of the bet. She sits in that little number now, pout pushed deep into her couch outside her phone buzzes. Nails paint chipped as she checks it—descends on her screen, on that message. His voice, not his text, though: “Hey, vecchia, I’m down for a round.” Her throat, dry like a church in an Italian summer, she replies: “I’ve got a deck just waiting, boy.” After all, it takes two to play the game—and the ill-getten gains.