—Woman, I’m hesitant, the monster sitting inside me now has me; has its own body, tired of walking on hot clay; has damn heat; If you also want to fuck my brain with stupid conversations, then get ready to work with your own legs. Benya pulled the leaf, trying to create at least the slightest semblance of a refreshing breeze, but it turned out extremely badly. He only dispersed the flow of hot air that he wanted to put on all my resistance. “Okay,” the girl sighed tiredly. - Foot fetish, so foot fetish. I knew that you... But instead of finishing the sentence, she had to cry out in pain. All you had to do was relax your shoulder and let her lazy carcass fall onto the hot clay. However, not even a couple of seconds had passed before the weight on my back noticeably increased. And despite the heat, this time the load chose to wrap itself more securely around its limbs. So much so that I didn’t even try to unclasp her hands. Still not enough strength.