Ocean's Breath Plateau холод

she sound like nice voman.
the wind, the warmth, the sea; alesya began to think now of what objects would be best suited to a woman such as she. she notices acutely the way rodyn shifts, melts at the thought of her. it made her own throat tighten.
i give her zinks she like. maybe pelt from otter. feazer from bird, the girl's eyes began to narrow quizzically. vhat did you do togezer?