Dice hay cristofer

I'm gonna be fine. I'm telling you, frisk me more and more. - Yeah.

Bitch, marry me good, rich. I can't say later, you don't know me.

Breaks my ass, then. - Stealing the bitch, low-lifes.

Yeah, tell me, wait. - No, no, here it comes.

You go on, hurry up strong, now. - I'm not going to finish, I've made quite a fuss.

I got enough.

Oh, yeah, well, aren't you even soaking wet in there?

No. - What are you doin'?

Stop here. I want to crash fast. - I want to try.

Is that where you smell like blow jobs?

That's where you smell like a suck-up.

I just want to know if they're all the same. - Yeah, let me get excited, then.

Tell me my name, my love.

Oh, Cristofer.

Oh, Cristofer.

I mean...

Cristofer, brother.

Tell him I'll get you first.

What's to be done, my copo?

Oh, my God.

I think I'm going to crash.

Let's see, let's do another one.

Say it, if you said it when I was busting your ass, say it.

He won't let me because I busted your ass.

It's not gonna come out right now if you tell me.

Suck it.

Drowned.