We both arrived in different cars, I don't like the idea of driving with a slut. We arrived at my apartment, and she couldn't stop gawking at how big the place was.
It made me remember the time I took Hillary to my parents, and she wouldn't stop looking. ‘Oh f**k, there you go again, have some decorum’ my conscience scolded me.
We entered one of the rooms, and I took a seat while manspreading. I was in a navy blue shirt. I unbuttoned my shirt and relaxed into my chair.
I was sitting just opposite the bed and she was standing in front of me, drooling over my bare chest. I'm sure she's very happy about this, I never f**k sluts. I liked to play around with rich, spoilt girls, but they were too clingy, and I hated it.
I mean, don't you get what no strings attached means? Dumb bitches.
