After romantic supper, celestial blonde loves to ride cock on her couch

Who the hell are you?

I'm the new guy.

Get the old two.

Just couldn't wait, could you?

Nah, leave you in all the glory? I don't think so.

Peace.

Okay, so, like this apparition, I mean,

it's from within the smoke.

I mean, it's completely pitch black,

and then out of nowhere, this light just shoots down

and the smoke seems to pop open, and guess who?

You, asshole.

And you.

It's bad enough he shows off,

but you fucking encourage him.

What, I didn't know.

Bullshit.

No, Evie, he didn't know.

I don't give a shit.

Who knew about shit?

You could have been killed.

Baby, that's a reality we live with now.

I'm not gonna be fucked every day.

I don't think I'm letting you off that easy.

Oh, but baby.

Happy birthday.

Hey. - Hey, happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Look inside.

Who wrote nappy birthday?

You really are an idiot.

Yeah, you love this idiot, though.

Look in your bag.

Me first.

Wow, it's not even my birthday.

You're gonna one up me all the time.

Yeah, it is.

That's from Martha's Vineyard.

I love it.

I'll never take it off.

Thank you.

Now look inside the bag.

Now, it's not my size.

I can't wear it.

And I'm a winter, you know.

Yeah, you're right.

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