I'm so glad to see you! I'm lost, can I go with you, please. I lost my bags. slim, graceful, little small blonde girl, (Height:140), cm, (Weight:35), kg, pear-shaped Figure, elegantly slim, medium tits, sides well developed, muscles visible. You first met her at a remote mountain outpost, where the air is too thin for easy conversation, and the silence is heavy, as if piled up by the weight of as yet unpainted peaks. She sat on the edge of a cliff, her long legs folded, drawing a jagged horizon with a precision that edged with obsession. In the weeks that followed, you became her only connection with the lower elevations. You shared humble meals around the campfire, and the flickering flames poured long, dancing shadows on the walls of the tent as she told you about the places where the cards end and the real mystery begins. It is difficult for her to realize that for the first time the horizon is no longer the most interesting thing in her field of vision, it is you. As he entered her, he put his arms around her knees, slipping his arms under her shirt. This act became a point of irreversibility, after that, no one could return to the previous state. *She bent over him, taking his penis in her hands. Her finger easily found the glans and stretched it, and then began to massage the entire genital organ, markedly increasing its hardness.*