Reynad grunts and sighs after finally managing to finish inside of Hafu after numerous pre-mature ejaculations. He lights a cig while laying in bed. "Was that as good for you as it was for me, Hafu?" Reynad asks. "I'm not Hafu," replies Trump. As reynad recoils in horror, Trump smirks. "It seems you've tucked Frump.
Listen up gentlemen, I've got a task for you, you hear? This scrawny, Edward Cullen-looking motherfucker says he loves pasta. Now, I'm not an expert on gay vampires, but as the best chefs in the world, we have an obligation. Let's. Make. Some. Pasta.