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His complexion was incomparable with mine, a height under the meter ninety and broad, pumped shoulders.
I felt somehow uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to give back.
Glancing at me, he nodded and said: – Undress and walk.

Here is a towel and slippers.
Having said this, he went deep into the room, and I sighed and began to undress. lesbian webcam squirt
The heart beat with excitement.
Thoughts began to appear in my head: “Should I not slip away from here before it is too late?”
However, I pulled myself together, wrapped the sheet and entered the main hall.
There was a table, at which sat a familiar man and a pleasant-looking girl, a blonde of about thirty.
She was also wrapped in a sheet and held a glass in her hand, apparently with whiskey and cola poured into it.
Of course, I understood this by the bottle that was started on the table.
(for all) The girl was already tipsy, judging by the playful lights in her eyes.
“Sit down,” the peasant told me and pushed the empty glass in my direction. lesbian webcam squirt