"Fuck!" I wailed, "What the fuck!"
"Where's fucking Imran?" Nobby asked
Deepthroat. "How's the Band going," Jerry asks, going on about Weatherfield Silver, the Brass Band I used to play in.
Kissing. “Put it away boy,” the Viscount insisted, “So this is the wench is it? not satisfied with John’s cock you went for the double eh?”
“No sir that was.
"Fuck!" I wailed, "What the fuck!"
"Where's fucking Imran?" Nobby asked
Deepthroat. "How's the Band going," Jerry asks, going on about Weatherfield Silver, the Brass Band I used to play in.
Kissing. “Put it away boy,” the Viscount insisted, “So this is the wench is it? not satisfied with John’s cock you went for the double eh?”
“No sir that was.
"Fuck!" I wailed, "What the fuck!"
"Where's fucking Imran?" Nobby asked
Deepthroat. "How's the Band going," Jerry asks, going on about Weatherfield Silver, the Brass Band I used to play in.
Kissing. “Put it away boy,” the Viscount insisted, “So this is the wench is it? not satisfied with John’s cock you went for the double eh?”
“No sir that was.
