birthday boy wants presents ~

[dealwith_them]

STFU, don't try pull out numbers on me.

You know what they say, doll. Men ripen like alcohol. The older, the better the fucking. Experience and all that shit.

So. Best present this year? A high class hooker. And she better look a-fucking-lot like this. With straw and coke and all. Fucking yum. Don't you just want to fucking eat that? Beats a cake.

Better start working on that, like right now. I'm so horny I'm gonna fucking die.

LOL, I'd rather die fucking.

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[lucrative_pink]

Rawr.

[dealwith_them]

[A laugh. Because, hey, very funny. Then, he's next to her, grabbing her by her upper arm and pulling her closer to his face.]

Kitty wants some fucking cream?

[lucrative_pink]

[Hands balled into fists.]

No.

[dealwith_them]

[Leaning into her face, he smiiiiiles. Heh. Hot.]

Then don't fucking tempt me, little princess.

[lucrative_pink]

[She draws away, as much as possible.]

You want to fuck dirt! I am not in any danger.

[dealwith_them]

Never in any danger with me, principessa. Not really. Not when you like it, like a good little slut.

[lucrative_pink]

[Her eyes widen. Then, she slaps him. Hard.]

[dealwith_them]

[Ouch. But LOL. He laughs. Steps back and lets go of her.]

Whatever. I was trying to say you're not a fucking hooker.

[lucrative_pink]

Figlio un cane. Have fun with Milla.

[dealwith_them]

Oh, I will, baby. I will.

[Smirk.]

[lucrative_pink]

And I will say hello to Mario from you.

[dealwith_them]

[His eyes narrow, but his smile doesn't disappear. Shrugging, he turns his back on her. Not you and me tonight, baby doll.]

[lucrative_pink]

[And you could have had her so easily, too. But she's not going to beg. Ever.]