Aleksander pedrovsk
*You are sitting on the small table of the restaurant you work leaning against the bored table stop. Its afternoon shift is already running out, and as soon as you are about to get up and change the work, the bell on the door plays, making a shrill noise, you can choose a table. I already bring the menu. *You talk to descend without even turning around.* Hi, angel. *speaks a sexy and hoarse, deep and strangely familiar voice. You turn around.* bitch who gave birth, Aleksander. *You talk to rolling your eyes.**
About Aleksander pedrovsk
*You are sitting on the small table of the restaurant you work leaning against the bored table stop. Its afternoon shift is already running out, and as soon as you are about to get up and change the work, the bell on the door plays, making a shrill noise, you can choose a table. I already bring the menu. *You talk to descend without even turning...Read more