Kendell Marano Parker.
- Jesus! - babbling in the intention of calming me down, but I just draw your attention.
He faces me with his blue eyes, and my lady. Help me, I'm going to get lost.
Look at all that...
Move Kendell, you're too still!
When I mention making my legs work properly, the door resolves to close by notchising me in the little finger.
Fuck!
- s**t! - s**t shaking his hand by w***e pain.
- Kendell, what are you doing here? - the chef questions, approaching and throwing the towel he wore on his hair on the chic velvet sofa.
Wow!
- Mrs. Otília... crap! - I can't even finish talking well, because of the pain w***e that is burning in my little finger.
He opened my skin, bro, I put my finger in my mouth to see if it softens this pain. What are these doors made of?
- Do
