Complete Gameplay - Timestamps: Lost Love, Part 17

Yurka, you're acting funny. What are you doing?

I'm about to blow up and fill you full of gang.

He revels in the joy when Yurka's dick starts to get under control.

Fuck. Great.

Okay, yeah, Yura, just let it go, look at the amount of speed.

You must have missed me so much.

It won't stop, I think the groan will be a splash in the list of the blazers.

Yeah, it's leaking, it's leaking.

You can make a grade for painting another white surface.

That's really cool, and by the way, it didn't take a roller to do it.

Impressive.

Easy, Michelangelo, you're not done yet.

And the champ, guess who's home?

St. Gaul's.

What the hell is going on?

Just in time.

What's the curse? ♪ ♪ Nick get away from him, executioner ♪. He's fucking crazy.

He's like a walking tripod.

No, no,...no.

We were playing a game called "Fuck Her Ass.".

Yeah, how to hide a salami. Well, don't you see,.

The champ is a little busy right now.

So if you're going out, close the door behind you.

What?

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