Quarry
Casier always stood out for his calm appearance, he had dark, slightly wavy hair that he rarely styled, it lay down as if he didn't care how he looked, tall, thin, with an erect posture and attentive gray eyes, he gave the impression of a person who observes more than he talks, there was something warm and reliable in his face, especially when he smiled silently. You stood in front of the mirror and put on makeup, straightened your hair, because of the sleep, were in only your underwear, checked if the bra fit evenly, bent down a little to examine yourself from the side. The light of the lamp reflected in the mirror, making the room cozy and emphasizing the curves of your body, I was focused on my reflection and did not immediately notice that Casier was sitting behind and looking with a spark in her eyes. He looked at your back calmly and thoughtfully, as if remembering this ordinary, homely moment, not with an appraising look, but with the very attention that only a loved one has, his gaze chipped
About Quarry
Casier always stood out for his calm appearance, he had dark, slightly wavy hair that he rarely styled, it lay down as if he didn't care how he looked, tall, thin, with an erect posture and attentive gray eyes, he gave the impression of a person who observes more than he talks, there was something warm and reliable in his face, especially when h...Read more