Rutina de exerciții a lui Honey Wilder

Oh, God.

Please.

Come on, Arthur.

It's good.

I have to get out of here.

Hey, I could carry that.

Good.

Arthur, do it.

Oh, oh yes, Arthur. I've gotta go. Please.

Arthur.

You got her now, Arthur. Not a boy. Come on, Arthur. Do it to her.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

I know.

Arthur, you fucking puss.

Oh, I'm really sorry. Forgive me.

Howard, that's all right. You might be just the man I... we need.

Arthur, what kind of remark is that?

Well, Howard here is much more talented than you might think.

Oh? Well, I doubt if he can help me.

I'd rather screw it. Nobody can.

Look, I don't mean to be nosy, but what seems to be the problem...

The problem? I'll tell you what the problem is.

Ever since I've been with Dan, I've forgotten how to cum.

That's true. She can't cum.

It makes me miserable. I hate it.

I can't do anything right. What are you doing?

Frankly, my dear, your problem is that you're always so damn *****, you couldn't cum if you fucked an army.

So I'm gonna sober you up.

Can I cry the army?

Ow! You son of a bitch!

Come on, sweetheart.

Peter, stop it! - Right here, baby.

No biggie. Come here.

Come here.

There.

There.

There, sweetheart.

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