/ The authors / Ernesto What-Guevara
Having unscrewed the set and pretty tired again, Alexey had already removed the equipment when he saw her near the rack ... For a second, all the words ceased to matter. Our hero has forgotten about music and about the whole world. She - as it turned out later, the girl's name was Irina - looked more beautiful than any nymph or dryad. More beautiful than any angel. Turned facial features, bright, expressive eyes of a blue-green, cat-colored, sensual lips, flowing, pitch black, hair. All this beauty turned into fragile shoulders. I wanted to give her tenderness. Her hands seemed to call for languor and intimacy - they were so delicate. Sensual and billowing from frequent breathing chest and beckoned to him. And all this splendor ended legs - slim and regal, like a queen.
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