Mature lıve chat.
I entered. Nadia was sitting in her robe before a mirror and do their nails.
- Well, bring?
- Yeah – I said, holding out a jar.
- Oh, how much. You’re just a cash cow. No, goby osemenitelya. Well, just kidding, no offense.
She stood up and removed the jar in the refrigerator, then came back and sat down on the ottoman right against me. I still hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. Boiled in me a passion for it, but at the same time …
I was afraid it.
- This is me then – she slyly looked me straight in the eye. – And now let’s me on the face sprinkled fresh catch. Mature lıve chat.