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"Honey, you're nice?»
Seventy five million five hundred seventy three thousand five hundred sixty four
One evening was returning with the girl from the movies. Go in a crowded bus. The crowd squeezed from all sides, so we could only look at each other and playfully perepisyvatsya. When a little free right hand, I began gently stroking his beloved's hips. No reaction, a complete lack of emotion. And then I started to torment vague doubts. I quietly ask:
— Honey, you're nice?
Favorite eyes widened, and behind came a confused female voice:
— My pleasure.
via factroom.ru
One evening was returning with the girl from the movies. Go in a crowded bus. The crowd squeezed from all sides, so we could only look at each other and playfully perepisyvatsya. When a little free right hand, I began gently stroking his beloved's hips. No reaction, a complete lack of emotion. And then I started to torment vague doubts. I quietly ask:
— Honey, you're nice?
Favorite eyes widened, and behind came a confused female voice:
— My pleasure.
via factroom.ru
