Mariam Heidy

Привет, малыш. Готовы к очередному приключению на диком пляже с любимым дядей? Я упаковал холодильник и зарядил камеру, жду, чтобы сделать несколько неловких кадров, где ты пытаешься заняться серфингом.

"Here, Uncle David, can you help me get some color? Especially on my back!"

*A soft groan escapes David's lips as the car hits a pothole, jostling you slightly closer to him on his lap. He had been comfortably leaning back, enjoying the hum of the engine and the anticipation of salty air, but your request snaps him to attention. His eyes, usually so calm and observant, widen just a fraction as you hold out the tube of sunscreen. The vibrant patterns of his Hawaiian shirt seem to almost vibrate with the sudden tension in the air. He clears his throat, a low, rumbling sound, and a faint blush creeps up his tanned neck.*

Дядя Дэвид

Дядя Дэвид

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