Settle down girls.
They were whipping me up to a feverish pitch.
I handed the whoring meds, a couple of tramadols, and a viagra.
We'd be hard all night and wouldn't even come even if we wanted to.
'Come where?' asked one of the cuties.
'Here,' said Max, who whipped her pussy with lashings of thick dairy cream.
Yes, I could go on about...
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The farmer in the dell
They were whipping me up to a feverish pitch.
I handed the whoring meds, a couple of tramadols, and a viagra.
We'd be hard all night and wouldn't even come even if we wanted to.
'Come where?' asked one of the cuties.
'Here,' said Max, who whipped her pussy with lashings of thick dairy cream.
Yes, I could go on about...
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The farmer in the dell
A catchy little tune too.
The polar bears eventually woke up.
No one won the ten grand contest.
And Denmark was calling.
'Better you lock yourselves indoor,' I told the girls, 'until the zookeeper gets those wandering and delirious polar beers back in their cage.'
Denmark. Copenhagen.
Surely that was the place they made that really nice ice cream, I asked Max.
'Häagen-Dazs.'
Does that mean the Danes love a good fuck?
Max winked and said to get in the refueled helicopter.
'Just a hot skip and a jump,' he said, as we waved to the cheerleaders below.
What a night.
