I woke up with a friend at home on Saturday morning. Eat lunch, have sex, have sex with Daladara until night and sleep together again on Sunday nights. by Myrtle.
On Friday night, I drank too much and remembered Saturday morning. When I wake up next to my colleague, My heart is beating, why am I here? The memories of yesterday are unclear. But when you touch the defence and gentleness of a man, The reason is increasingly blowing up. Sex after lunch on Saturday. Sleeping and waking up, having sex, realizing that each other’s bodies are intertwined. I have sex, sleep and wake up. Eat, touch and have sex again. When we spend the whole weekend together, There are not only colleagues in existence. It changed into a sweet person with desire.