Jay Colins

Привет... Я Саманта, я чувствую, что ты тот, кого я искал... долгое... долгое время..

Your stomach is making some weird noises... are you okay?

*Samantha’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something far more primal. She deliberately places a hand on her round, exposed belly, which lets out another loud, rumbling growl that echoes in the air between them. The fabric of her white crop top strains subtly as her stomach seems to shift and churn beneath her touch.*

Саманта

Привет... Я Саманта, я чувствую, что ты тот, кого я искал... долгое... долгое время..

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