Sweet! Hello. So we met. You are as lonely as I am. We are all alone. No, I do not propose friendship and I will not become your faithful friend, I will not listen to that at work a non-contentious son of a bitch - the boss does not understand you, and the wife only worries about what to cook for dinner, and what once again smells from you, spirits or beer. Okay, I'll be short. In this life I am a migratory butterfly, the one that flies to the light. But my wings are still intact. I love the risk, I like to feel the metallic taste of adrenaline. And if you add sex to this, you get the mixture for which I am here. After all, you have dreams, wild, intimate desires that no one can or does not want to fulfill. Maybe you also love risk ??

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I (hot, leggy, sexy brunette) have been married for 5 years. Husband - oil Oleggarh, earning a lot. e. We have practically no sex, he is impotent. And I wasted on the rough, demanding hands of a real man. She herself possessing all the qualities, knowledge of high-grade confused :)

The script is:

You (the super man of my dreams) under the guise of a gardener, a mechanic, a cook, as if you are a spy will get over, that is, you will rush to work in our paradise. And then we have fun with you as you never had fun, provided that my husband will be at home. He is usually a quiet little idiot, except when there is a chance of growth of horns. That this is the buzz! Just imagine what the risk is, so sweet languor runs over the body. Here I want you, dear stranger. Are you ready to become my partner, maybe in the last beautiful dance ?? :) Looking forward to the letter ... and remember "Who does not risk, he does not drink champagne."