The Loser pours on the charm
September 1, 2011 – 4:37 amThe Loser pours on the pizzazz
Our mothers used to tell us, “If u do not have anything precious to say, do not say anything.” The Loser’s Mamma should have said him, “If u do not have everything to say, do not say anything.” But the Loser wasn’t ever told this. Or maybe this chab was and he did not listen.
So here’s the situation, boyfrends. Put yourself in the Loser’s shoes: You have a hawt, 22-year-old redhead sitting on your daybed. This babe is wearing a red, strapless top and a short, dark petticoat that’s slit all the way up her leg. This babe is in your house ‘cuz this babe desires to shag. That is the only reason she’s there. But she seems a little nervous. So what would u do?
Put her at ease? Try to calm her down? Make her laugh? Talk about sex? That is what we would do.
But what does the Loser do? That skirt chaser asks Andi about her allies and relatives back home. He asks, “What’re you going to do if they inspect?”
In other words, the thing that babe is probably almost any nervous about is the thing this fellow comes to a completion to ask her about. Way to put the goddess at ease, Loser.
But this chab doesn’t avoid there.
“Nervous?” this charmer asks her.
“A little,” Andi says.
“That’s ok,” Loser says. “So am I.”
At this point, it is a miracle the scene ever gets discharged, but give Andi, who’s a paramedic, all the credit. That babe uses her face hole to resuscitate what should be a disaster and works his schlong nicely. Even when the phone rings-hasn’t the Loser ever heard of turning off the ringer whilst shooting a scene?-she keeps going until that chap drops his cum on her face.
At least he’s worthwhile for smth.