by JJ
And I, and I, and I...
I held the assembler’s seat by the legs from the 14th floor window because this gay housekeeper didn’t take the bandage. Insurance with a rope.
And even the grandmothers, seeing such a picture, mentions caused. The mints in the door are broken, and I, cuddling it rectally, can’t let the monter’s leg go.
The door was repaired, waiting for the hostess with the documents to come, as if everything was fine. Only the hands after the handcuffs hurt.