Page 463 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I grabbed my phone and pulled upThe Towel Drop. I scrolled down a bit to the article titled: “Is Master Hung really hung?”
I was gonna pass my phone to her, but the crowd started cheering. I looked up just in time to see Master Hung jump clean over a defender and then plow through another into the endzone.
I jumped up from my seat, cheering like a wild woman. There was no way he’d be able to ignore my underboob.
He glanced over at me for a second, but then he got swarmed by his teammates.
“Okay. I admit, that jump was pretty hot,” said Ash.
“So you’re in for the orgy?”
“No!”
“Oh, I know what’s going on. You want all of them for yourself. You’re trying to tackle Single Girl Rule #28: All girls should try at least one threesome. I’ll be honest, Ash, I’m not sure you’re ready for that rule yet. It’s farther down on the list for a reason."
"I'm not invoking Single Girl Rule #28. I don’t want that. I don’t even want it with just Master Hung. He’s way too thick for my taste.”
“Too thick? What does that even mean? Also…what makes you think his cock is so thick?” I tilted my head to try to see what she was seeing.
“I was talking about his thighs. Look at those things! They’re like…each the size of my torso.”
“Yeah they are.The Towel Dropdoesn’t reveal what metrics go into their bulge analyzer, but I’ve been suspecting for a while that thigh size might indicate a nice girthy cock.”
“That’s a real shame,” said Ash. “If it were long and thin then I’d totally be in.”
Ooh.Sassy Ash had suddenly turned into horny Ash. I was wondering when that little sip of banana juice she’d taken would kick in. “Then I have just the man for you. Ash, meet Flash Robinson. Part two of the three headed monster.” I pointed to Flash. And when Ash looked at him, her jaw literally dropped. Because unlike Master Hung…Flash’s penis size wasn’t a mystery.
“It’s like he’s smuggling a water bottle in his pants,” whispered Ash.
I nodded. “It’s not exactly thin. But it’s definitely long like you requested.”
“What’s long?” asked Chad. He handed me two plain hotdogs - just meat and bread. My tits were gonna love these.
“Nothing,” said Ash. “Nothing is long. I mean, I’m suresomeone’spenis is long. But that wasn’t what I was requesting to be long. I just wanted a nice, long…”
“Hot dog,” I said. I picked one up out of the bun and slapped Ash in the face with it.
“Oh God,” she said, trying to dodge it. “It’s so long. Just like I requested.”
“Okay…” Chad sat down and started eating his own hot dog.
Scooter shoved four hamburger patties into his mouth and washed it down with a protein shake. “What’d we miss?”
“Harvard just got a touchdown,” I said. “So now they’re only down by one score.”
“One score is 5 points?” asked Slavanka.
I turned to her. “Have you never watched football before?”
“We no have football. Only slap fight.”
“Slap fight?” I asked.
“Yes, yes. Slap fight. Drink vodka, then take turns slap. Loser is first one to fall over or cry like little bitch boy.” She pointed right at Chad when she saidlittle bitch boy.
“Hey, why are you pointing at me?” asked Chad.
“Actually, I lie. One time we play soccer with Comrade Grigory head.”
