The narrator's clever little bit was aroused and wanted to fuck me through the window, but suddenly squirted juice load down my asshole and drove me with his large part.
I completely forgot about eating because I had to work all day. Thank God I was starving, so I ordered a pizza on the fly, and it took me a whole hour to get her to join me. When the supplier eventually arrived at my door, I was fruitlessly searching through my purse for cash. What the heck happened now? I couldn't just send him away with my hot pizza, my stomach growled! We've figured it out, and the messenger will definitely be here more frequently, but pizza is always good, right? ; D