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I draw the sun. For some reason, the hand obsessively draws exactly this figure on the glass - a circle and dotted lines diverging from it. In the stuffy subway car, the morning crowd of student office workers is driving. The smell of this body cluster tickles his nostrils unpleasantly. I want to "vomit" myself from this mixture of spirits and evening booze. - Man, you feel bad?
I opened my eyes and realized that I almost lost consciousness. - Stuffy ... - I smile back, - there would be little oxygen.
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I opened my eyes and realized that I almost lost consciousness. - Stuffy ... - I smile back, - there would be little oxygen.
& nbsp ...
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Sometimes I feel like a real fuck: dirty, lustful and completely shameless. I am 22 years old, married. I can’t say that something is missing in my life. My height is 178 cm, slender brown-haired, beautiful legs, not big, but beautiful breasts with nipples looking for affection forever. Yes, I am. The character is calm and balanced - I am absolutely not drawn to the adventures. Relationship with her husband is what the newlyweds should have: flowers, sweets and sex every other day. There is one "but" - this is mine ...
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