"Cause you're a bad boyfriend you don't Valentine motherfucker." He already thought about that. He even wishes that everyone having a Valentine would celebrate it with outstanding sex. And that took him out of his cozy apartment. The local bar could be a good pick up joint. A place full of tits. Big ones. Everywhere. Next to him. Both sides. He definitely love breast. After all he has been feed with that both physically and mentally. Breast has been around him always. A reason to love summer more and more.
"You think u can get one of those motherfucker." Why not? So he bought drinks and got eye contact. Just eye contact. May be more drinks. He got salsa classes. More drinks. He got reggaetón. But he wants breast. He needs those magic words to get them.
"Too bad you don't speak Spanish stupid, go home."
