Ich und mein Mann machen Ficken und Kochen!

But I have to ask myself. Leave me. Don't touch me.

You say, I get the breast the way you like it, Mommy.

Yeah, but I want that one from the other. It's okay.

I have to look.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, look at the spoons here, baby.

I bought for my birthday last year.

With the glasses.

Oh, you're a pain in the ass and you don't want me to touch you, huh?

Look, your Freda gloves.

Look over there what you found.

Oh, I think they're in the glasses.

Oh, look, you're staying for coffee.

What's that?

You're coming here.

To what?

Showing me the buttocks.

Ah, I'm looking for the blue glasses, not the red ones.

The red ones are father-in-law's, huh?

I'm here for what?

Cook, Mommy.

I have to do.

Oh, fuck.

Look, there, won't you stay for a cup of coffee?

Well, you can do it now.

Over there?

Look, about what you can't.

What can't?

That you can't neglect the breasts.

Yeah, I can let it go.

You're not very ******* there.

See, look.

And I hope that helps.

Me too.

Ah, but I didn't come. I came to get the glasses.

Well, you come in pantyhose, butt cheeks on the outside, three parts on the top, you put them on my face.

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