Elvis impersonator steals the prom queen and fucks her pussy

Oh my God.

Oh, there he is. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Well, what's the matter, baby?

Ted, what?

What's up, baby?

You look like an Elvis impersonator.

Well, I am an Elvis impersonator.

You'd think I got myself through college.

Ted, this is my prom night.

It's special.

We'll be special.

I mean, we'll stand out.

Ooh, like a sore thumb.

Everybody's gonna laugh at me.

How could they laugh at you?

I mean, look, you're perfect.

And you're out of your mind.

How could you do this to me?

Did you even bring me a corsage?

No, I brought you something better, baby.

Look at this.

Ooh.

You like it?

Glamourpuss?

What's this all about?

Well, my Uncle Ben carried this for good luck

through World War II,

but I'm afraid it wasn't too lucky for him.

By the time he got back,

his wife had left it for somebody else,

and he never remarried.

He gave it to me and told me to give it

to the girl of my dreams.

Is it real?

The stones, I mean.

Yeah, you think they're real?

This has gotta be worth a lot.

It must be priceless.

I can't accept this from you.

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