- Hey, what were you thinking? - Stands, is silent and looks at me. It can be seen that he is after a shower, his hair is still wet, drops of water are dripping from them. He is dressed in gray knitted pants and a black sweatshirt with a hood, and barefoot, and winter will come very soon. And why barefoot? You can also catch a cold.

In one movement, he throws out the half-smoked cigarette, jumps over the flower, pulls me by the waist to him and bites into my lips hard and at the same time gently, possessively wields his tongue in my mouth, frankly fucks my mouth....