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“Johnny how do Ты think this looks?” Ты ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” Ты ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” Ты ask, scrunching your nose.
“But Ты also look good in no clothes, if that’s what Ты want to know,” he grins at Ты like a little kid. “So could Ты hurry up so I could see my Избранное outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do Ты think this looks?” Ты ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” Ты ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” Ты ask, scrunching your nose.
“But Ты also look good in no clothes, if that’s what Ты want to know,” he grins at Ты like a little kid. “So could Ты hurry up so I could see my Избранное outfit on you?”
“Johnny.” Ты shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some Шоколад sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with бекон, бэкон and Шоколад sauce.” Ты say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the постель, кровати in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the Шоколад sauce!” Ты yell after him as Ты rub your belly.
