Only in the New Las Vegas can you see a werewolf preparing to fuck a waitress dressed like a stripper cheerleader but before he does he puts a microphone to his saliva-strewn lips and says "...but first I'd like to sing a little song EYE call......" and then after giving the title of whatever he calls the song he slips into a crooning, oily rendition of Feelings: his bloated and turgid cock rigid and in place, waiting for the last chorus before plunging between the waiting legs of the hapless table server. Thank you ladies and gentlemen you've been great!
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