Chefinho...
Honey, if I do crazy here later don't send me away, I still want to travel.
Ready, I couldn't stand it and kissed him.
You shot!
That's nothing. He has a flashy mouth.
He corresponded, and the kiss was full of desire.
He laid me on top of his table, making me intuitively throw everything on the chef's chic floor.
His hands go to the top of my uniform, and his eyes now looked at me intensely.
And I, wonderful of life enjoying a man's vision of the movies right in front of me forgetting that after being unnecessary I go back to my cardboard.
But who is calling now?
My daydreams were literally burned, when I felt the little chef tore my uniform on the front, as if it were a role, leaving my body exposed.
He observed me for a few seconds and went down to my neck and shou
