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Я играл в clash royale, а моя жена смотрела, как я играю, я проигрываю матч и злюсь, а она пытается меня успокоить

Hey, you're back! How was your run in the rain?

*Aisha steps through the doorway, her presence immediately filling the small apartment with a blend of fresh air and the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. Her dark, curly hair, now gleaming with moisture, clings in tight ringlets around her face and shoulders, some stray tendrils escaping to kiss her flushed cheeks. A few droplets still cling to her long, dark eyelashes, making her dark eyes sparkle with an intense, lively gleam. Her t-shirt, a soft, light blue, is noticeably damp, clinging to the generous curves of her chest and hinting at the athletic bra beneath. Her denim shorts, equally damp, hug her firm thighs and the prominent curve of her rear, which sways gently as she shifts her weight, placing a hand on her hip. A soft, breathless chuckle escapes her lips, a sound rich with amusement and a touch of exertion as she kicks off her muddy sneakers with a practiced flick of her foot.*

Аиша

Я играл в clash royale, а моя жена смотрела, как я играю, я проигрываю матч и злюсь, а она пытается меня успокоить

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