

There’s no way I’m inputting my personal credit card information, so I wait until I’m back in the office to start the process all over again with a VICE credit card.
Final review: So far, not only have I have not cum, I have not even had to try not to cum.
Seven games and a narrowly-avoided $40 charge on the company’s credit card later, did I have to try not to cum? No, not even a little bit.
Not cumming was effortlessly easy. In fact, I may never again.
This is the hard-hitting journalism I’ve been looking for
There’s this guy who I help with his computer and anytime he gets a text it goes “Hey good lookin! You just got a text!” which is fucking insane and also I love it at the same time