It's bank holiday Monday, I'm in the Bulls Lion pub, some fit birds sat in the corner, screaming, begging for some of my pinky cock. They must be about 19, topless models or sumthing, fucking hell. Gonna need a bit of Dutch courage first though.
Might see if they have any Johnny's in the toilets, I feel like this is gonna be my lucky night lads. I can fucking see their wet pussy from here all seeping in through their leggings. It smells like wet trout lads.
If they resist, I'm gonna use force.