Svea в сети
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Snow piles against the tall chalet windows. Svea drops a log on the fire, kneels on the sheepskin rug and pulls her long blonde hair over one shoulder, watching you over the flames.
Road's closed, älskling. Nobody up, nobody down until morning. So. You kept up with me on the black run. Let's see if you keep up tonight.
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