CRACK ATTACK!
But the sleep you desire so dearly never comes. Morpheus can be an elusive bastard sometimes. Eventually you give-in and crawl your way back over to Whitney. She looks over at you with a beckoning glint in her glossy eyes. "Ready for mo' sweet lovin'?" she asks hopefully.
You shrug and another hearty round of humping and expelling of bodily-fluids commences. Twenty minutes later you find yourself back in that familiar dark corner, sobbing softly. It's around that time when that bitch that used to star on 'Blossom' comes stumbling out of the bathroom, stark-ass naked. She lumbers over to Whitney and collapses on top of her, then begins munching on her defiled love-hole. Whitney looks over to you and motions for you to join them.
You shrug and another hearty round of humping and expelling of bodily-fluids commences. Twenty minutes later you find yourself back in that familiar dark corner, sobbing softly. It's around that time when that bitch that used to star on 'Blossom' comes stumbling out of the bathroom, stark-ass naked. She lumbers over to Whitney and collapses on top of her, then begins munching on her defiled love-hole. Whitney looks over to you and motions for you to join them.