I know you’re not, you’re hot. Sorry about that rant, I’m still here. Indian sex Either way: not perfect. I rubbed her clit. She fucking winked. It should be close, it’s right by the train station. Are you still coming to the meeting tomorrow? The point where anything could happen, aliens landing on planet Earth, nuclear war breaking out, your mom walking into the room, but it won’t keep you from shooting your load inside her. You know why it’s always a bad idea to fuck the waitress? Yes, work visit. I waved at waitress girl right after Ana had finished her drink. That’s what I said, close. GF? I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. Who knows, maybe I actually will give her a call (again, spoiler: I didn’t). No, Sir. If she doesn’t, she’s either clean and on birth control, or she’ll take the risk and get rid of whatever ends up growing inside her – or you’re gonna end up scratching your balls and paying alimony for the rest of your life, but one shouldn’t think of that in situations like these. Time to make my intentions clear once and for all. You could be like my assistant.
