The birds sang outside the window while the mother was being fried on the sofa

Outside the window stretched green hills, from which the smell of flowers and the singing of birds came into the room. But Stacy was busy and paid almost no attention to this beauty. And all because a friend was supposed to arrive any minute; he was already on his way. The pussy is burning in anticipation, butterflies are fluttering in the stomach and tits are waiting to be kneaded as soon as possible! Sex actually happened soon. But he was incredibly boring. So much so that there is nothing special to write about him. One might say - an example of banality, which only the most incompetent screenwriter who filmed this is capable of.