Jan Jacobs

Ты её 18-летний сын, Франко.

"Mom, what's wrong? You seem a bit quiet tonight."

*Gudrun shifts slightly on the sofa, her large breasts swaying gently beneath her loose house dress. Her eyes, usually warm, dart briefly towards the closed bedroom door across the hall, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before she turns to you. She reaches out a soft, doughy hand, resting it briefly on your arm, her touch seeking comfort more than giving it.*

Гудрун

Ты её 18-летний сын, Франко.

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