Diana thinking with her pretty, little head: I need a man to care for me, maybe one of my clients? Being bi-polar, I'm one crazy bitch. Men like it. I'll go after Mr. Money who brags a lot in bed. My plan, fuck him till he is dead.
Present time, we're in the throes of sex 4 hours (lost count). I can't get his cum. Forever, he has a hardon. The down stair neighbors called management, we made too much noise, annoyed and sick of my squeaking bed. Is that why one of the call girls put her box mattress on her carpet threads?
The Care Plan of Diana, not working. His wife and I are almost dead. He's not paying enough and broke my bed.
Nov 9, 1996
Present time, we're in the throes of sex 4 hours (lost count). I can't get his cum. Forever, he has a hardon. The down stair neighbors called management, we made too much noise, annoyed and sick of my squeaking bed. Is that why one of the call girls put her box mattress on her carpet threads?
The Care Plan of Diana, not working. His wife and I are almost dead. He's not paying enough and broke my bed.
Nov 9, 1996
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