Filthy Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 3)
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My triplet senses tingle. I walk over to my brothers and sling my arms over their shoulders.
“What did the three of you girls ask for as your wedding presents?” I ask.
My brothers laugh beside me.
We know the answer before they even say a word.
“A lap dance,” the three girls say in unison before they burst out in laughter.