about a contrast

We have a big kitchen now, with the floor which has been laid out by tiles which alternate: cold-warm-cold-warm...
Polina came into the kitchen. She had a white blouse and a strict black skirt on.
Into the kitchen came M, wearing jeans and slightly extended T-shirt brought by the daddy from England.
Polina cooked porridge.
M unbent a food film from a substrate full of eclairs.
Polina  had not slept well, because she was reading English the whole night.
M had not slept, because I had Orgasm  this night.


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