Pulp Friction

Lex. I knew we were going to win that dancing competition. You're such a good dancer, Vincent. Such a good dancer. What? Are you afraid of your boss? My husband? You're so loyal. At fault. Oh. Hello. What, is it? Is it? No? Fine. So... You were a really good dancer. I knew you were going to win that competition. I just want to give you something in return for winning that trophy. Oh, Vincent. Oh, Vincent, my man in Amsterdam. Best thing I've had in my mouth all day since that $5 milkshake. Thank you for winning that trophy for us. I'm disco. Oh, Vincent. This might be better than the trophy. Mr. Wallace doesn't have a cock like this. What's wrong? Whoops. Oh that's hot! You've been staring at my chest all night Vincent. You wanna see? What do you think? I don't know. I didn't mean to call you a little scamp earlier. I didn't mean to offend you. Will you forgive me? I'm sorry. It's fine. I can't eggplant you now I can eat... eggplant?! Youre a pain in my ass.... my ass... Shut up stop! Youre a pain in my ass.... Shut up! I can't eat you now I can't eat you now I can't eat you now I'm hungry Much better than my husbands I've been waiting all night to take these off Do you want to fuck Mrs. Wallace? Huh, Vincent? Hello? Oh, Vincent. Hm? Do you fuck as good as you dance? Win a gold trophy for that. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Oh Vincent. Oh yes. Taste it. Oh yes. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh my god. Yeah, get comfortable. Take that shirt off. Not quite as good as a Coke, but... But it's good. Fuck, Vincent. Ah. Oh. Ah. Yes. Oh, fuck. Mm. Yes. Ow. Fuck me, Vincent. Oh. Yes. Oh, fuck. Yeah. Yes. Oh, my God. Oh, that's right. Fuck Mrs. Wallace. Ah. Yes. Oh, my God. Ah. Yes. I said, God damn. Oh, Vincent. Oh, fuck. Eek. Eek. Oh, fuck. Oh, my God. That's right, Vincent. Twist this pussy. Oh, my God. Oh, fuck. Um. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Oh, my God. Oh, that feels so good, Vincent. Oh, fuck. Oh, Vincent. Fuck. Oh my God. Mm-hmm. You wanna fuck me from behind, Vincent? Mm-hmm. Fuck me doggie style? Mm-hmm. Come fuck me doggie style, Vincent. Come on, Vincent. Don't be a... Oh, Vincent. Hands. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Here. Oh yeah. Oh my God. Oh yeah. I'm saying. Yeah. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Oh, oh. Oh yeah. Oh my god. Oh yes. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, Ginger. Ohhh. Oh, dear. Ah... Oh, that feels good. I said don't be a scared and fuck me. Oh fuck me Vincent. Oh fuck. Argh. Ah, fuck. Argh. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh oh. Oh, that's a good dick. Oh, god damn. Mm-hmm. Oh, fuck. Mm-hmm. Oh, Jesus. Fuck. I asked her. Fuck. Please. Oh dear. Mr. and Mrs. Wallace. God damn. Mm-hmm. Oh my God. Ha ha. Hey. Hey Vincent. Make Mrs Wallace come. Come on make me come. Ah ha. Mm hm. Here. Ah ha. Here. Oh fuck. That's better. Mm hm. Ah ha. Oh fuck. Oh God. Oh fuck. Good job Vincent. Haha. Uh uh. Hahah. Bust that nut motherfucker. Uh-huh. Sweet. Uh-huh. Give me that super fly TNT. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah. You're going to come for this as well, Miss? Oh, bitch. Yeah. Uh-huh. Oh, god damn. Uh-huh. Here. Uh-huh. Here. Why aren't you becoming me? Huh? Oh my God. Oh, please come in me. Please. Oh, fuck. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Huh. Not that ball shake was worth five dollars. Mm-hmm. Don't worry. I think I'd be in more trouble than you if Mr. Wallace found out. So Mom's the word, okay? Okay. Thanks again for the trophy. You are a wonderful dancer. Same time next week.