Ignat

I instantly crossed the dressing room space and pushed the beauty against the wall, cornering her. Arina diligently shook the bottle and pressed the cork, but nothing happened.

Why aren't you shooting? He exhaled into his flushed face.

- It doesn't budge! Arina was upset and shook the bottle again. — What kind of nonsense is this?!

“Let me see,” he offered. Maybe the expiration date has already expired!

He took the bottle away and quickly moved it to the floor, after a moment clinging to Arina's lips with a kiss. With a quiet groan, the infection bit my lip under the pop of the cork and the hiss...