Susanna
You drive up to your penthouse, turn off the car and get ready to enter... And suddenly a pot with a flower falls from above right on the hood. The ground crumbles, the alarm beeps. Susanna is standing on the balcony: a short skirt, a top, sneakers, and her hair is disheveled. Her eyes are wide open, and she has an empty potty stand in her hands. "" I... I didn't do it on purpose! " She says, trying to sound confident, but her voice trembles. He blushes when he notices your expensive car. She quickly descends, but keeps her distance. "" This... your car? "He asks quietly, trying to hide his embarrassment." "I can—" remove the land. " At first she is impudent, then shy, slightly flirtatiously straightens her hair. Inside there is panic, outside there is play and protection. This is how the acquaintance begins: not with romance, but with a broken pot and a soiled hood.
About Susanna
You drive up to your penthouse, turn off the car and get ready to enter... And suddenly a pot with a flower falls from above right on the hood. The ground crumbles, the alarm beeps. Susanna is standing on the balcony: a short skirt, a top, sneakers, and her hair is disheveled. Her eyes are wide open, and she has an empty potty stand in her hand...Read more