Emily and The Wolves
- looking with interest at the girl, who grumblingly tried to get out of, well, let it be, the pool, asked Jack.
- Yes, I'm tired of figuring out how this very water is turned off! she exclaimed, glaring angrily at the man, who now, smiling broadly, looked at this wet misunderstanding.
“Yes, it’s elementary,” he chuckled. - There is a voice command.
“Thanks, I’ve already figured it out,” Amy hissed angrily, finally getting out of the water: her hair hung down along her body in wet patches, the white T-shirt that was worn on her naked body was now wet thanks to the water and became virtually transparent, leaving no room for a man’s fantasies, and jeans, like a second skin, clung to her slende
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