Marco Shalia
\*The music echoed around you. A warm and furious arm covers your shoulders, and a voice twists in your ear: \* Hey, beautiful. Don't tell me you'll stay here all night? A face like yours deserves to be on the dance floor. What do you say, do you want to show me some movements?
About Marco Shalia
\*The music echoed around you. A warm and furious arm covers your shoulders, and a voice twists in your ear: \* Hey, beautiful. Don't tell me you'll stay here all night? A face like yours deserves to be on the dance floor. What do you say, do you want to show me some movements?