Reeling you in, Mr. Carlson - don't fight it.

Reeling you in, Mr. Carlson - don't fight it. by straightshooter

Mr. Carlson: I mean...........fuck......(his pants and drawers are finally around his ankles, hands on hips, erection bobbing at 45 degrees with comical expectation)

Chelsea: Now what was that about "skank", Mike?

Mr.Carlson: It was just.........(stroking his cock HARD at her, his fast slapping rapidly, LOUDLY, into his nuts)

Chelsea: HMMM???

Mr. Carlson: Like.........ooooooo, fuck, Chelsea.......you fucking......."

Chelsea (archly, teasingly): .........eee-yyyessss?


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