Becky gets the frappuccinos fucked out of her, generating one throbbing orgasm after another. I'm guessing the end result isn't too aesthetically pleasing. An hour of this is how things end up on the Arby's value menu.
Being 'open-minded' really came back to bite this guy in the frankenberries. Maybe next time inspect the bulge on the pensioner you contracted, and save the regret for a guy not genetically configured like Arnold Palmer? I'm here to help.