Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
It was supposed to be just one episode of our reality trash tv show, and then Joel was going to go home. Only we couldn’t indulge in the drama of other people’s lives without a drink. So one glass turned to two, and two turned to three. The next thing I knew, Joel was in no condition to drive home when our show ended. “I’ll just call an uber.” He slurred at me, and I giggled as I shook my head.
“No way, Jose! It’s snowing so badly out there. You can’t ask anyone to drive in that. So stay here with me tonight and let it snow!”