Ah, the weekend is young. Ripe with dirty flirtations. That will liven the party and provide erect salutations. But it’s destined to end. And Samantha, I fear, will be left with only good tidings and cheer. Not a dick here nor there. Not a grope left to feel. Unless someone steps up and slams down a heel. Still, there’s hope for these lovers on this weekend of sin. Because the need to be gang-banged might just win out in the end.
