Rossiyya seks. And then my sister lost her in a disco.
Home is not going.
- The size of what?
- Yes dick knows.
Hey, come out of the car! – He shouted.
I went out.
From my sight the saleswoman’s eyes widened.
- I’ll find something.
Maybe you want, and condoms?
- Maybe need. Kurdyum on, Come on, go.
Take three bottles of vodka and a brighter lipstick! Rossiyya seks.
