On the weekend, I went to the holiday base, my brother had a three-year anniversary, we were 25 people in two houses...we were hanging in a hurry, I met the girl, well, I started to beat.At four in the morning, when everything was already asleep, I beat her, we lay in her house (at the other end of the base)...the matter came to the main...it was me.
Do you have condoms?
Just in the house... I’m going to go.
I fall off the bed, stretch my shorts (on the left)... and I run into my house... there is a fist on all sleepers... I turn on the light... I will be all fed if I find my jeans... there is a wallet... there is a prey... I catch it... I send them all... and I run to her...
We have the process at the height, she has already finished three times, and I can't (drink the dope).
Can we go out and smoke?
I’d love to have only one.
Here she publishes:
I have five pieces in my bag.

That is normal, right? 😉