"quietly grows on the cheeks," the blush of my resentment, and on his cheeks - the growth of self-confident macho ...
Well, that's very similar swimming trunks...
And hands, and a little pussy with hair ...
But I'm a fool, an idiot and a moron, in his words ...
He does not want children and in general - one needs calmness and silence ...
I irritate him ...
This is the end?
Kill him ready.
From tears swollen eyelids (
And just came to Him at the wrong time.
