She promised – and she didn’t lie! Bald Palych passed an annual supply of empty bottles and all aluminum pans, having accumulated with this fucking course on the vouchers for himself and the young fidget Little Caprice, showing the little real French life, taking it to the promenade along the Eiffel Tower and renting a whole room in a suburban hostel with a real bed , and even without bedbugs! True, Palych did not have to sleep on it – the girl, admiring the city of love, gave herself to him right on the table, so that the little man did not have time to erase the intimate juice from her pussy from the mustache – the girl tried to sit on the face of his benefactor, but she herself did not , sucking five times better than scribbling Zinka-minetchitsa from the second parade
