I met a fine lil honey last night at Popeyes who told me she could suck the soul out of a playa. I told her I’ve heard it all before, she might as well run game on someone her own age. She pulled me close and kissed my neck and begin to caress the back of my head and told me she was looking for someone more vintage. So I take her back to my place and she begins taking her clothes off immediately. I asked her what was she doing? (Not that I mind but my blue pill hasn’t taken affect yet). She told me she didn’t want my love stains getting on her Gucci. Trying to get nasty but want to keep your shirt clean? I got you covered!