I work as a cook in a restaurant. So I come home late. Home is waiting, or rather sleeping, the beloved girl. Although I come tired, and I still want sexas... By the way, I don’t know how the others do, and I cook anything, from smells and there is reluctance. So here. I come home, and of course I begin to stick to her in every way (and she knows about the smells), and she says through her dream:
Maybe you just smell and want to.
Isn’t it the kids, comrades? % of