She Loves Getting Her Ass Slammed

Yeah, my boss is sick.

Sick?

Yes.

What's wrong with him?

Headache?

Yes.

He's here, Beaver.

Too much.

Mm, mm, mm, okay, okay.

Yes, yes, well, I must say, Mr. Novotna was ugly anyway, and this young lady is...

not ugly.

Can we borrow the measuring tape like this?

This is my friend Dieter.

He wants to do everything with me.

But it's all red.

Sorry, sorry.

I also have a curtain rod.

You'd have to be.

Sorry, Mr. Novotna was supposed to do that, but...

Did you completely slip?

Is that good?

Yeah, good.

Then I want the same cake consultant.

But it'll be an empty cabin, because if you consult, it'll probably fly all the time.

That's here now, that's exactly what I said.

Look, we're trying so much.

Oh, I don't believe it.

You don't think so?

We try so much.

To the waist.

Just a little taste.

I know how it's gonna be.

A little, a little, a little.

Yeah, come on, let's try it.

We'll have a little kiss on the couch here.

Nice and clear.

Yes.

How are you? - Good.

How are you? - Good.

How are you? - Good.

Olli!

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

A couple of inches.

Wow, that's cold.

I've got a nut.