Onlain veb chat. Standing, sitting, smoking, something tinder. Me no attention.
In general, I’m gone. Only, not far away. Runs me Nyuskin kid.
- Help! – Yells.
- What, what, what is it? – I yell at him, and bad premonition.
Crying, covered in snot.
- Run to the district, you know?
He nodded silently and immediately pulled.
Carefully back through the hill, hiding behind a bush and saw our Nyusku crucified on the hood of the jeep, she did not resist, only whimpers and two kalaches stray skinny legs hold her hands to the sky and beating in the face – it’s blood, and the third by a dick in pussy shuruet all hands on her ass ohazhivat.
Onlain veb chat.