I remember when I was young, hot. On the street New Year's frosts, -15 Celsius, and I have a mini leopard jacket to cover my ass, socks in the grid and autumn lacquery.
Another top under the breasts and the shirt is of course low on the hips.
And a little bit short, so that the whole explanation is naked... эх... classic...
You go on the spikes on the ice, all such a beauty, and most importantly, it wasn’t cold!
And now you straighten the ski pants, under them warm socks, winter shoes on a stable foot, top a maid, two sweaters, a jacket, a hat and you go fucking frozen at minus seven!!! to