LAWS OF THE WOLF
The clasp on the bra was in front and easily succumbed to naughty, intoxicated fingers.
Yegor always liked my breasts. She was of medium size, and at first, when we started dating, he tried on sports epithets for her, but in the end he settled on fruits, firmly securing the nickname peach for her. Where there was logic, I did not understand. In my opinion, the peach was more suitable for another place, but he probably knew better.
Having shifted his clothes, Egor crumpled his chest, exhaling excitedly in my face. His cock stood again, anxiously resting on my hips. I wanted to feel it in myself and, pulling the skirt with one hand, with the other I grabbed the cock with my hand.
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