But it doesn’t stop my man from breaking the door periodically when I sit down, knocking, screaming, roaring, and screaming something like – AGAAAAA, OZONE layer PORTICH, I FEEL ALL! :)), shut off the light and whisper to me - THAT'S YOUR EYES WAS STOPPED! and when I go out - to rush to the window, to cough hard, to wrap the window half there and there, to suck and whisper - lords, why is this for me, why, but the princesses don't worry! :)))))) at such moments I’m ready to kill him :))))))

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He would make a good couple with the one who loves to chew his husband under the ribs.