Shell call (Patreon)

I know how crazy this may sound, but it's true. Damn it, it's all true! This shell did it to me ... or rather not the shell, but the voice that spoke to me from it. But now, despite my attempts to rectify the situation and again and again at least to hear the answer, I only heard silence, or rather, as many say, "the sound of the sea" from this shell.

With hands giving birth, I tried to summon that voice over and over again. It was some kind of nightmare ... a strange nightmare, too real dream, although vryatli, even in a dream, I would ever have such a dream.

I even spoke now in Boghara and ... and this fucking bra pressed on my shoulders, reminding me even more that all this is real and this strange feeling of weight in the chest and emptiness between the legs, which tightly pressed this plane of thong panties biting my ass is real.

Outside the door of this shower stall, the party continued with which I managed to escape. Everyone was drunk there, including the guy who tried ... no, enough of that, I managed to get out of there and take this shit with me, I mean the shell, and that's good. But damn it, he pulled off my dress ... fucking dress ... and those fucking heels ... if not for them, then I could have gone faster in this fucking dress ... and ... and me barely dodged his kisses while trying to leave. Why doesn't anyone answer!

Hey, fucking shell spirit - call me back. I just ask one thing - give me back my body and life! I don't want to be some Bulgarian chick! All the more ... all the more ... fuck, no! Hey! Spirit! Please help! This is not what I meant when I told you that I want to get into the panties of a hot Bulgarian whore ... Damn, someone is pounding on that shower door ... Why did I even go here, I had to stay in London!

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The drunken asshole Todor, who broke down the door to the shower stall, was even a little in a stupor when he saw Svetlozara standing all trembling in his underwear and holding a shell to his ear. But under the influence of alcohol, he didn't really care about it. He just needed sex, from which this whore ran away. For him, her strange abrupt departure to the bathroom seemed completely out of place and after waiting a little, he nevertheless decided that it was somehow dishonest on her part - to take money and even run away without starting to do her job!

And of course, Todor absolutely did not know and did not want to know that Svetozara at that moment suddenly decided that she was a college student from London who had come here to rest.