The same hands hung the clothes up in these two clotheslines and, at the last moment and being in a hurry, she left this underwear unpaired. And so just for they don't feel unwell, for not going up or down stairs again, she put...
The towel and the scrubbing cloths. Quite a team. They're the cleaning brigade. Without them shit would eat our skin and soul. Once again: Many thanks to these suffering and ephemeral garments...
The vedette is in the foreground with that sensual and ambiguous hip movement. The boys are in her back, tough and framing the beauty and prominence of her suggestive green. I just realized I'm biting my lip ...
Down a man. Single. Up a mother. Alone, of course not. Maybe he could go and invite her to something. - Good morning, I am the neighbor from the first floor. Do you want me to iron your clothes? - Well ...