Baby Cakes - part 2 of 2 - BSD

Hey, shut up, Steve.

Fuck you.

Now look at these tits.

Get the hell out of here, Steve.

Yeah, I'll get out, chump.

Shit, you can have it.

Come on, baby.

Let's get out of here.

This old tit man here drowned by his damn self.

Bring your surfboard.

And don't let it go down.

Yeah, I'm coming.

You better not be.

Not yet, anyway.

Come on, big boy.

Let's get out of here.

They got the right idea.

Get out of here.

Oh, God, what tits.

He doesn't waste any time, does he?

I'll tell you, it's better than cat food.

I'll see you.

I'll see you later, buddy.

Hey, you finally got it going, huh?

You betcha, buddy.

Right.

That thing serves up.

It certainly is.

That's true.

Don't we, Denise?

Well, Susie didn't expect it.

Why is it doing good?

Susie, you know, I really had a nice time today just talking to you and all.

So did I.

Well then, I guess I'll see you later.

When?

Where are you headed?

Well, our next stop is Sandcastle Point. It's about 75 miles from here.

Well, if it's alright with the girls, we could meet you there tomorrow night.

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