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She was shaking from weakness. Holding her by the elbow, he led her to the sink and turned on the water.

– This is probably your dick … – scooping up a handful of water, she sniffed.

Well, something, but my dick had nothing to do with it, but I didn’t tell her about it. She looked too miserable. At dinner, I suggested that she try real Russian horseradish with beetroot juice, which was expertly prepared by a cook who came twice a week. Apparently, it turned out to be too exotic for her.

– Here, – he handed her the towel.

Her blouse was wet on her chest and stuck to her body, her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Yes, her mother by the leg! He wanted to turn away, but instead, on the contrary, he glanced over her entire body, lingering on her collarbones. Nothing special, girl, like a girl, but…

– Thanks, – she said again, handing me the towel. Our fingers touched, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand. Fears? He looked at her intently. Already unsettled, she became nervous, took hold of the collar of her blouse, touched a button.