Photo by @nubellorona The scene was far from what you could call a porn movie. The 19-year-old beauty with curly brown hair did not wear a black leather belt with a rubber penis sticking out like an arrow.

Summer evening was warm and full of humidity. “Only smell of the sea is missing,” whispered citizens to each other when standing in their balconies or going for a walk. Wind blowed their words towards

“I’ve made up my mind finally! I’ll study programming!” “But you are so imaginative, so creative, so into arts…” “Yeah...It’s so incredible how much beauty can be born from the contradiction between 0

He adores kicks like that. The ball flies near the goal, at an appropriate speed, neither too low nor too high. He sees the shot direction and can comfortably prepare. The leg muscles strain, the arms

“The world? The world is a feeling,” Wiseman replied. Electric current burned his body once again. Not because of the answer. Prophylactically. “A feeling, you say? What kind of feeling: love or hate?”

Your path is long and exhausting. It climbs up the hills and swings near the rivers. I create the golden scissors and cut off most of the path. Now it’s straight and short. What type I am: kind-hearted