"WHERE'S MY MONEY?".
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"WHERE'S MY MONEY?".
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"Simmer down now. I've got you money right here!" I slapped my rear-end. I didn't have her money. I gambled it away last night. "I've like my money now," she said. I pretended not
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to see. "Aarrgh! Your beauty has blinded me!" I stumbled into the hotel hallway tripping over the room service tray. "BASTARD! WHERE'S MY MONEY!" she yelled.
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A maid gasped as I scrambled to cover myself with a nearby ashtray. "Let me get your money, Sweetheart," I said coming back into the hotel room. I found my crumpled jeans in a heap
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by the bed. Would the maid recognize me from the night before? Surely, the alcohol would have clouded her memory. But the lipstick stain on my jeans would be a dead giveaway if I
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let her see it. Apparently, I need to go out and buy new jeans because no matter what I tried I just could not get the lipstick off. Now all I need is to get out of here without h
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-er noticing my pink pants. "Look Mommy, that man has pink pants!" a child hollered, and pretty soon everyone (except her- she was fixing her hair) was pointing and laughing at me.
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casually, yet nonchalantly, I unzipped my pink pants and unleashed my orange, mushroom-headed member, and, on cue, every women within fifty feet of me started to vomit.
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Who gave the cue? What was the cue? Surely not my orange mushroom-headed member. "I did not expect that reaction but OK. Lets go with it." Grabbing them by the pussy cured them.
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