Her Permanent Vacation with the Mafia
Panting from the work out I still got, I sat there for a moment to catch my breath and let the room calm down since it was doing a spinning wheel impersonation.
Hotty seemed to be having the same problem as me. His eyes seriously made him seem more stoned than drunk, and it took everything in me to not giggle again.
The hiccups were at least gone, and I did NOT want them back.
After finally climbing off as unrefined as I am, but not falling flat on my face, I went to find a bathroom. The hotty not moving, still lying on the couch with a smile and a semi…. And a used condom on the end.