Gleb

For the first time in ten years, I stay at home on a Saturday evening. After all, everything will be the same, track, race, club, alcohol, girls. Although I would not refuse the race and Mira in my hands, but rather under me. I want to fuck that steam will come out of my ears now. There has never been such a long break, testosterone is in the air, my faucet is leaking. After I tasted the sweetness of Mira's lips, and not only, the thought that I will be with someone else is sickening. I remember dinner at the Rovinsky family, steak and cake, and my stomach makes...