I Empty the Man's Balls Into His Car

So, keep going on a highway that's so crowded.

There's trucks and cars. - You don't?

And I want it very badly.

To empty your balls here.

No, no, no.

Now, you can check it out. It's all over the place.

It's see-through, tell me, this thing. - Oh, it's transparent?

Yeah. - Oh, mist.

'Cause that's too bad. - That's a damn shame, yeah.

Too bad for who?

Yeah.

Very sweet, all that. - This is exciting.

I like it when you touch me like that.

I knew it. - When you arm me.

You're a suicide, anyway.

You can slip under my steering wheel.

Yes, yes.

I'm a suicide, of course.

I'll start at six. I have to go home.

People are looking at us, we'll know why.

Because there's two of us in the car.

Guys make their movies.

Ah, he gave me a little smile.

Yeah, like,.

I know what you're doing here.

I know you're burning your man.

It's good to be.

Yeah.

Ah.

Doing this shit right now.

Given the number of cars and people, Discreto isn't complicated.

We're just gonna wait a little while for the guy with his wife and **** to leave.

And what the hell.

Or good for others.

And it's okay.

It would have been my pleasure to some of the men in the parking lot of that part in your note.

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