Busty Blonde Fucks a Stranger She met at the Mall

That's all we do.

Humped on your vacation?

Sure.

Off time?

Off time.

Yeah? Who were you humping?

Work time. It's all the same.

Who were you humping?

You know all of them.

The regulars?

The regulars.

Yeah.

It's a recurse.

We gotta go, uh, we gotta go pick up some.

Yeah, gotta hit up the guys.

We gotta go buy the Target real quick.

What?

Yeah, seriously.

I gotta get like a gift card for my nephew's birthday tomorrow I think.

Maybe today.

But I gotta get it today.

You gotta go find some bitches man.

We don't have time to run and buy that old Target and shit.

The bitches can wait.

Alright, we'll uh, we'll uh, grab a gift card.

Seriously.

It'll only take like five minutes.

Yeah, we don't want the swim meet to be over though, so.

What about the swim meet?

Damn.

Told you Target was the place to be.

I said, "Oh, Melfi."

She's, like, returning to the kitchen.

Kitchen.

Looks like she needs help.

Yeah, she can't even carry-- look at her.

Shit, let's go.

Nah, she doesn't know what she's doing.

Might as well help her out.

Hurry up, too.

Johnny Sings.

The fuck's taking him so long man. He said ten minutes right? Yeah for a gift card

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