Spotkanie w ogrodzie przy płocie
Opis do wykorzystania w generatorze AI : Tungsten.run
The next day, the air was even heavier, as if heralding a storm that never came. Hania, a mature woman, fatty, with a bust size of 90J, wasn't bustling about as usual. She walked straight toward the fence. Dressed in a blouse and skirt that accentuated every curve of her body, she stood exactly where her underwear had hung yesterday. she called, and her voice, though calm, carried a new, sharp tone he hadn't heard before. Are you there? He approached the fence, feeling sweat break out on his forehead. he choked out, trying not to look her in the eye, afraid he would read everything in it. Hania leaned against the fence, so close that he could smell her perfume mingling with her heated skin. The neckline of her dress stretched dangerously, and despite the paralyzing fear, he couldn't tear his gaze away. You know... something strange happened yesterday, she began, slowly running her finger along the edge of the board, right where he'd touched her clothes. I think someone was looking into my garden. Someone moved my things while I was showering. Did you see anyone... a stranger? She looked at him searchingly. Her gaze traveled over his young face, his hands clenched around the fence. She liked his confusion. She saw him blush, his gaze wandering over her arms and breasts, unable to maintain eye contact. A stranger? No... I didn't see anyone, he lied, his voice trembling an octave higher. I was inside, studying. Maybe it was the wind? Or maybe a cat?
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