Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it’s prestigious to brag about screwing a casted girl. XXX Hot The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little. The toes twitched spasmodically as if tortured by excruciating pain. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? At you place.”
“Well…”
“I can’t stand it anymore. Cataract of rambling, often illogical sentences was literally pouring out of her mouth and Philip started feeling dizzy. “I wouldn’t say no to a glass of beer.”
Philip was wondering how to make off; he wasn’t partial to lame ladies, were they attractive. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, the girl bit her lower lip nervously. Sort of… chubby cheeked… you know. They started a conversation while sipping their beers.
