What time is it now? Did I sleep for half a day? I need to get ready, put on makeup, soon Igor and Oleg will come in, where is my dressing gown? We didn’t finish with them yesterday, we’ll talk in the bedroom, just don’t bother us, okay? And don't eavesdrop, I'll be free in a couple of hours. So where is the coat? And really, why do I need him, it’s better to hide under the covers right away. Well, of course naked, like yesterday. Well, I'll quickly go out, meet them, they won't even have time to consider me. Well, kitty, don't be jealous, okay, I'll put on a dressing gown.
Approaching her with an empty sheet of paper, where only the task was written, I held out a record book. Maria Vladimirovna looked at me with an uncomprehending look, opened the record book, where there was a banknote of five thousand rubles.
link.. I have been in love with this theater artist since my early youth. I was fascinated by his voice, his face, his game, he was for me the most beautiful and charismatic man in this world. His name was Konstantin Karpov. Living in a small provincial village, I did not have the opportunity to see him live, go to a performance with his participation. Then studies began, the first novels, and I gradually began to forget about him.
Put it on, I said, looking at her with a hint in my eyes.
How do you like me? asked Artyom.
Panties pull off me and slide down my legs. "Spread your buttocks with your hands" quietly sounds the order. I perform by exposing the pink ring of my anus.
