MY SECRET FEVER - GREASE FOR THE MECHANICS WIFE (10)

Nothing.

Hell, that's a trichini of those.

Wow, what a guinea.

All right.

Come on, bite the nipple.

Okay, not the nipple, that's more nipple than tit.

And hit the pimp.

Okay.

Perfect. I hope the mechanic gives us good discounts.

I just can't understand how they're all insatiable fat women.

All right.

Now, are you gonna enjoy it or are you gonna break it?

Okay.

All right. A view, up the ass.

I don't care about the view. It's like the thighs of a chicken and a fada.

Let's see, he wants it in his mouth, in his face.

All right. She hasn't paid us or anything, our very friend.

Okay, okay. For home, it has been said.

Perfect. Little house. And to sleep.

To sleep.

Okay, what are we gonna do now?

Okay.

Perfect.

Well, nothing. Well, I think we've come to the end.

And that's that. Let's see here.

Let's go see Kristen. Well, let's go see Kristen more than that.

Let's not miss anything.

I understand that woman is going to call us. Or not, who knows. Okay, Kristen.

Well, nothing. Let's work for a couple of days.

And then that's it. Let's see, Rufciana.

Ah, another bottle of wine. Jane.

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