Fuck and Dance Vol. 62 - Sperma für Jeannie und alle anderen Partyluder! Page #5

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What a**holes.

So, do you have a towel for me?

Know what?

Go upstairs and tell them you're sick

because you're pregnant

and you want to go home.

Well, Gitti, thanks for the delicious roast.

You definitely have

to give Sana a cooking class.

Bye, see you soon.

Take care.

Thanks a lot for the nice invitation.

Sure. Thanks for coming.

I'm sorry.

I'm going inside.

There you are.

- Aren't you cold?

- No.

Wait.

I love you so much.

I don't want to go to the beach, I'm tired.

You can sleep on the beach.

Go ahead, I'll be there in a bit.

Come on, it's beautiful there.

No, I'm going back.

Yes, he told me that, too.

Right.

Just call me later a couple of times

and say you need me urgently next week.

I'll tell you later.

Yes, you'll have to tell me all about it.

Then call me tomorrow

when you know more, okay?

Bye.

- Who was that?

- Daphne.

They're stressed out

and will probably need me sooner.

They'll call me back tomorrow.

That's not what you just said.

I don't love you anymore.

I'm flying home.

Can you talk to me?

What were you trying to pull on the phone?

Why don't you love me anymore?

No reason.

I don't believe you.

Because you're a weakling.

That doesn't hurt me.

Then why did you sleep with me

without a condom?

Don't worry, I won't have a child with you.

You want me to pretend

to be a guy who reconstructs villas and

invites you to dinner? How courageous!

You want your life to be easy and fun!

You tell me to take risks?

You sit there in your damned sweatpants

and give me clever advice!

What are your ideals, anyway?

You only watch me

or change your clothing style.

Don't you think you're desperate, too,

when you hop about like Sana?

- I just wanted to see if you liked it.

- I don't like it.

I know you love me.

I'm sorry that you think that.

There are tears in your eyes.

Because I feel sorry for you!

- You really think I'm that ridiculous?

- Yes.

If I'm such a pitiful guy,

you should really leave.

What is this?

Gitti, is everything alright?

What's wrong?

Stop jerking me around.

I don't know what you're trying to tell me.

Yes?

Hi, Daphne, this is Chris.

No, she's not here. She's at the beach.

Yes, I'll tell her.

Yes, she will.

Bye.

That was Daphne, she wants a return call.

But you already know that.

Can you please stop?

Can you stop this show?

What is this crap?

Look at me.

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