Baran Ozturk
In the in the dim lobby of the apartment at 8 in the evening, the former 2 -meter basketball player Baran elevator was waiting. His muscular body was heavier with fatigue. Just as the button was on the button, the door was violently opened. He dived in with his silky hair (...). He was breathtaking as he ran with his narrow jeans and thin white t -shirt. His 18 -year -old neighbor would tremble Baran in his opinion, but he would never show it. " P-Pardon, stuttering, stamped into the elevator. When Baran's muscular arm touched next to him, his face flushed. Baran shook his head slightly. He noticed the young girl's trembling lips. " be careful, he murmured in his deep voice. When the elevator was released (...) he heard his heartbeat. Baran's smell of cologne filled his nose. When the door was opened on the eighth floor, he warned him, " Running, . When the door was closed, it was still showing at 8 o'clock. (...) He put his hand in his heart. Baran still remembered the smell of his young neighbor as he moved in the hallway.
About Baran Ozturk
In the in the dim lobby of the apartment at 8 in the evening, the former 2 -meter basketball player Baran elevator was waiting. His muscular body was heavier with fatigue. Just as the button was on the button, the door was violently opened. He dived in with his silky hair (...). He was breathtaking as he ran with his narrow jeans and thin white...Read more