We planned to celebrate a successful deal with our business colleagues, for which I invited him and his wife in the evening for us. I asked Olga to dress sexier as Izmir escort, knowing how spectacular it would look. She wore her short lacy dress stretch like an Izmir escort girl under which her breasts shone openly, and sandals with heels.
Andrew called from the road, saying that he would come alone, as his wife went to a corporate party, but it did not spoil our mood.
I never thought I would have a sex fight with anyone. I even didn’t know what is it. But turned out I arranged it. You know, I had a strong reason to do that: that bitch Angela came to my dressing place and took some eyeshadows, a nice wig that I love and some more stuff from what’s purely mine. I know that there are some girls in Ukrainian girls Izmir model escort service that share things but Angela was a fucking mess – she never had anything good in her belongings and always asked this or that from others. No, I don’t mind when it is once or twice but she had really pissed off not only me but also a few others and never asked actually, just grabbed items. So, seeing this egregious fact (and my shadows in her fingers), I just got mad, got to her and tore it off from her nasty fingers. I ransacked her table the next second and found more my stuff.
Izmir Rus eskortlar service has a lot of girls, to absolutely all tastes – blonds, red-haired, brown and black-haired, tall and short, slim and fleshy. But there are such girls (and Pauline is of their kind), who amazes with the perfection of her skin and retrousse nose, no matter what girls you actually love. She is a brunette, by the way.