larmes

never believe three things: - the oath of a drug addict. - the tears of a prostitute. - and a minute before the end of the wash on the washing machine dial.

me after four spontaneous outbursts of aggression, three hysterics and two existential crises: I want love

operated by a group of young girls. operate as follows: you leave the supermarket, go to the car, load up and want to leave. At this moment, two pretty pussies run up to the car and tearfully ask for a ride to the metro, their money was stolen, and their mother will meet them there. you agree. one sits in the front seat, the other back. and suddenly the one in front bends over and starts giving you a blowjob, and the second one, while you are thrilled, eats your food, bitch.