The Smell of Us Page #2

Nice shirt. And especially the shoes.

- You have nice shoes.

- Stop now.

- Elegant.

- I bought them with Math.

Do not try, JP. Take them off.

Take the damn shoes!

Come on, damn it!

Let me go!

- Stop!

- Are you crazy in the head?

You horar just to brag!

Well done.

Is that JP?

Do you know where Math?

Should you meet him?

What's happening tonight?

I'll have a party. You're invited.

To do what?

You think I'm stupid or something?

I know what you hide.

What happens?

Clean and nice!

Close your eyes and open your mouth.

Amen!

- I usually just take a half.

- Now we can f*** all night.

Come on, do not be shy.

Take off the jeans. All night!

What happy music!

Over time you'll find that it's sad.

- Where did you get it?

- Military.

A corporal would tattooed on the sly.

But my sensitive skin could stand it.

I love your lips.

Give me a kiss.

- Now we dance.

- Do you want to dance?

- I am totally exhausted.

- Come on, dance with me.

We see enough of silly out.

Follow him.

I promise to pay. Just like in the movies.

Disgust!

What have you done?

What the hell have you done?

- Did you get my text?

- Answer, damn it!

- I'm sorry.

- Did you say it to my pear? Your sh*t!

- It was not me.

- I should not be here. You sick f***!

It was not me. I need you, JP.

I have it in me. It must end.

Why do you think I do it? Not a fan

to take taxis at. 03:00 or a sweater.

Why do you think I do this?

I'd follow you anywhere.

Everywhere, stupid!

- You are completely obsessed.

- Do you hear me, you selfish pig?

Did you hear? I think the mother is at home.

Shut up! Wake up now.

I'm just gay for the bucks!

Just for the money.

You're damn toxic.

Your sh*t!

I head south. It is out now!

F***ing idiot!

- Watch out for snakes.

- Shut up!

I have heard that it is fully

with vipers south.

He druttade almost straight at your face.

I get mad at you.

Shut up now.

F***ing dunce!

If you liked when he rvknullade you?

Is nothing sacred to you?

You stink old man.

You would sell your mother.

Whatever!

Moms or dads, I f*** them all!

- I have Jack and you're a f***ing bastard!

- What did you say, you little sh*t?

I'm genuine. No one can take that away from me.

I'm the f***ing king!

You hit SMALL FRY and stealing their syrror.

So genuine.

What'd you for something?

Although disgust you,

he is in any case not be mean to anyone.

Yes, stick now.

Irresistible, right?

I'm a friend of your son.

You are funny.

My son has no friends.

He is too selfish for that.

He is not the same.

Every morning...

He is not the same.

He is like a peacock lagging

its tail through the streets of Paris.

He never dream.

- I know. He told it to me.

- Really? Did he do it?

Then you are probably his friend after all.

What is it?

Why are you here?

I love him.

Stop it, Mom. Stop.

I feel crappy.

Stop.

Damn, let me be!

- Mom!

- Well, come on now.

Come on. Do not want to smoke with me?

Smoke with me.

Sh*t, get out of here!

Beware of the head.

It is completely empty.

Jerk off for me.

Nothing is happening!

- Damn, you're quite disturbed!

- I'm hot.

Come, we go out.

Stick, damn it!

- Why?

- Get out! Look at you!

- I can suck you.

- Stick! You are f***ing crazy!

- Go to hell! Let me be.

- Come on. Let me suck you off!

Come on now. Please ...

- Stick.

- Come on.

- Come now.

- Get out!

- You are f***ing disturbed.

- Listen ...

- Get out now. Stick!

- I do not know ... I ...

Hold me, please.

Come on...

For the hell! We can lick each other!

Come on now!

Do your bit!

- I'm bored! Nothing is happening!

- Stop it!

I want to drink something.

What you got for something?

What is that? What is it?

Drag from here.

Love!

Music!

Here, drink a little. I am so bored.

Come on, my little Math.

Little sweet Math. My little sweet Math.

Math says "f*** off".

Go away!

- Stop it, Mom. Stop it, damn it!

- It is good, so good.

- Go to hell. What are you doing?

- Well, that's good, so good!

Shut up! Keep your f***ing mouth!

You are so f***ing sick. Stick!

Hug Bear! F*** off!

Help me! The devil's in there!

I do not understand.

You scare me. Talk so that I understand!

- The devil comes back!

- Calm down, boy!

- Have you filmed clearly? You never get tired?

- No.

Damn it.

You shoot still camera or mobile phone.

You are pain in the ass.

We want a little privacy, damn.

- We do not even know what to do with it.

- We may never see the videos.

He has enough clips on all of us

to bust us when he wants.

He certainly has a jttefil with your.

All your clips there.

He probably photographed us at parties,

sensitive stuff.

You are crazy.

What is it?

Do you want to f*** tonight?

Are you serious?

Gladly, but I can not.

Pacman would kill me.

I can not, honestly.

Here we go, guys!

Move!

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