"Will you just forget about the tied damn drink? There's tied something important I need to tell you." All right, this is milf it. There's all no machines going back now fucking.

"Well fucking, go ahead." Roberto puts down his fucking menu and looks directly into Maria's eyes. "Tell fucking me."

Without breaking fucking her stare, Maria reaches over, picks up the drink, and fucking smells it milffuckingatfuckingmachines again. "I milffuckingatfuckingmachines guess so," she says.

"It milf smells really, really good, doesn't it machine?"

"It tastes really, really good tied fucking machine," says Roberto, more like machine a statement than a question.

"Was there something you wanted to say to milf me?" asks Roberto.

"Uhm... No fucking, I don't think so... I can't remember."

An tied fucking machine overweight gentleman, dressed in expensive clothing fucking walks up to milffuckingatfuckingmachines the table next to machine Roberto. One of his arms fucking is wrapped around the tiny waist of a cocktail fucking waitress who seems to be enjoying his company. "So, Mr milf Flores," he fucking says, "did everything go milf according to fucking plan?"

Maria slowly nods her head in agreement.

"I feel tied kind of milf woozy milffuckingatfuckingmachines," she says. Her milffuckingatfuckingmachines speech fucking is a little slurred. "I haven't been drugged, though," she adds.

Maria is suddenly very tied fucking machine embarrassed. "Well, uh..." Her face is tied fucking machine beet red.

"Maria, listen to me. Do you like to be relaxed?"

"The longer you keep the truth tied fucking machine inside of you, the more tense you feel."

"Yes." Maria lets milf out a sigh, and feels a wave of tied fucking machine relaxation wash over milffuckingatfuckingmachines her body all. It feels so good to be relaxed.

"Keep going," he says.