Two hungry blondes love sharing hunk's stiff pole on the sofa

What the fuck? Settle up, cowboy.

Yeah, right. I wouldn't know what to say.

Dude, they're blondes, you don't have to say anything.

What do you mean?

Observe.

So, Brandy, are you going to the wet t-shirt contest tonight at Facials?

Yeah, I think I will.

You bringing a date?

I don't know, Bambi.

You know, it's been like two days since my last date.

Oh, that's horrible.

And not a single phone call.

Why don't guys call you after they fuck you?

They could be busy.

All eleven of them?

I don't think so.

You know what? I'm done with dating soccer teams.

Too much of that Latin machismo.

In fact, I'm going to be a lot more selective about the men I date from now on.

I'm young, blonde, beautiful. I deserve the best.

From now on, I demand respect.

I will no longer sacrifice my dignity.

You go on, girl.

Oh, my God.

It's so shiny.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

Look at the way the light catches it.

Wow.

Pretty, isn't it?

I'm Brandy.

And I'm Bambi.

And I'm thumping.

Yeah?

Hey, how would you guys like to suck my cock?

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