Debt of Wetness is Debt of Fuck: My Roommate Collects!
Damn, I bet my roommate I’d quit smoking cigarettes. And it was going great—until the night I wanted to go to a 90s party. In my ultra-sexy wetlook leggings and Buffalo boots, I thought a few quick puffs would be fine. Wrong! My roommate was right there when I tried to pleasure myself. Of course, he saw it immediately and before I knew it, he demanded the payout of our bet. And how he did it… The debt of wetness became the debt of fuck!
