It's All Daniel's Fault Part 2

Almost, damn it, I've already got it.

Wait, excuse my hand.

I'm still wearing my jacket, but...

And the shirt

Where's the sex, I'm dissing you?

It's gin.

Now it's all gone

No, it's gin. Come on. - It's not necessary, I've scratched it.

We're going to hit the gin.

Bravo, gin.

I'll put on that jacket.

Guys, believe me, this is hard to do.

Come on, bitch, take me off.

I'm doing it.

Come on, bitch, take me off.

You have to feel your hand. Look, it's falling.

Take off, take off my buttons

Here.

There was a polka.

No, but... Then if I fuck you

Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you.

I don't want it anymore.

No, I have to keep the stocks, I mean, fall, definitely.

No, I don't want it anymore, really.

Yeah, go, you like it.

Let's go to the hand

Oh, my God.

There's oil right out on the ass.

What?

What's up, man?

Put it on, I'm afraid you do this.

It's not the wine's fault.

And here's the cock.

Is it on?

Yes, it is.

Panicked, it's not the plant's fault, it's not the chicken's fault, it's the plant's

Give me your hand.

Sorry, the video moved.

No, I've spent 1,000 euros of yielding, it can't be fucking moved.

The stabilizer has to work.

Oh, God, yes.

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