A strong guy of above average height approached, greeted each other, got to know each other, he agreed to be our guide.
She was dressed in a blue white suit, consisting of T-shirts, pants, and light boots. However, the cattle was dressed in the same suit. They approached each body.
“Hush, baby,” Anton said when I scratched him.
liveartbcs.com/tunisia/01-04-2022. It was here somewhere.
Oh sorry…
I decided to refresh the feelings of old years: I paid for the entrance and went inside. The room was a long wide corridor, on both sides of the walls hung “crooked mirrors”. I looked into one of them - in the mirror I saw a small fat me with a big nose on the floor of my face. Other mirrors also represented my reflection in a bizarre form: in one I am tall with long arms and legs, in another I look like an orangutan, in the third I look like a crocodile, here I was twisted like after a night of frantic banquet, and this is a simple mirror, it does not distort, but it makes you understand that you are who you are and you don’t need to try to change yourself contrary to nature.
The boss began to press the buttons and in front of the faces of the men, my ass turned out to be with legs wide apart. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was a spectacle. I hung, slightly swaying, and from behind my crotch were drilled by the views, already mad with excitement of men. The boss paused.
While I was fussing at the brazier, Mikha had already managed to pull Lina once right in the cottage corridor and they came out already relaxed and tired. I looked at them, and Mikha winked at me and said quietly:
How are you, okay? asked Artyom.
