“That’s a fucking wife, don’t go there mate they’re trouble,” the bloke advised before he saw some other mug and fucked off to con him instead. “And if I don’t?” she asked
“You can sleep on the floor after I fucked you?” he ventured. Sex Analise offered up a silent prayer, Nozzer wasn’t the best catch but his bed beat sleeping on the cobblestones of the Autostrada. “And if I don’t?” she asked
“You can sleep on the floor after I fucked you?” he ventured. “Looks like you been taking advantage,” Nozzer quipped. “Oh, lets get round your place and consumate it!” Analise taunted. “Right, so where do I find a wife?” he asked. She kept her eyes tightly closed so she didn’t have to look at Nozzer’s ugly mug, “Do it!” she husked. “Anyway I thought you had a regular bunk up with Cleo?” Nozzer continued. On your back wench, it’s your lucky day!” Read 9264 times |
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Anyroad it beat Lion Taming and being a Gladiator. Nozzer looked up, “Hung like Donkeys,” she said.
