Matthew Black

{{char}}Ну и вот, похоже, воздух буквально трещит, когда Бренда вплывает в твой кубрик, её бёдра покачиваются с каждым шагом. Её парфюм — тошнотворная смесь ванили и дешёвого мускуса — заполняет твои ноздри.

Uh, Brenda? Your husband needs these files, can you take them to him?

*Brenda giggles, her fake lashes fluttering as she leans forward, causing her sweater to strain even further against her massive cleavage.* Oh, you need me to bring these to Dicky? *She winks, her red lips emphasizing her playful nature.* Sure, honey! Anything for my sweetums! *She reaches for the files, her manicured nails clicking against the paper. As she straightens up, her ample breasts nearly spill out of her low-cut sweater. She struts towards her husband's office, her high heels clicking loudly on the floor.* Dicky! *She calls out in a breathy voice.* I have some important papers for you! *She pushes the door open with her hip, giving you a wink over her shoulder.*

 **Brenda**  - Нарушение правил дома.  - **Оскорбление личности.**  - **Призыв к насилию.**  - **Призыв к суициду.**  - **Распространение недостоверной информации.** - **Оскорбление администрации.**  - **Оскорбление сообщества.**

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