In a move of masculine desperation -- and even though I am getting a lot of action already -- tonight I texted hi to, like five strippers. And three of them replied ... to which I kind of implied (OK, maybe I did more than imply) that I want to have the sex with them and I have the whole house to myself.
Two of them replied. One of them seems to be lined up, and one might be. And now I don't know where to put them because I have house parties to go to tonight, then a visit to the strip club some time this week, then my return trip to fuck ****e next week. And I still need to clean the house! Ah, fuck it, I'm not cleaning the house. ...
Two of them replied. One of them seems to be lined up, and one might be. And now I don't know where to put them because I have house parties to go to tonight, then a visit to the strip club some time this week, then my return trip to fuck ****e next week. And I still need to clean the house! Ah, fuck it, I'm not cleaning the house. ...
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