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Autostop voetenbeurt
16:18
Gepubliceerd:09.08.2019 • Verberg
It was a beautiful day, and since I was on way back from a business meeting from Rome to my house in Milan, I decided it would be perfect to go to the beach. I was almost there, but what happens? At one point the machine starts making a strange sound and lights a symbol in the dashboard ... oh noooo, but right now? I was at the mechanic a few days ago, before leaving for Rome! This car always makes me spend a lot of finance ... that breaking boxes, and now what do I do? Nothing, I go down and look a bit 'under the hood, but i don't understand anything... I have nothing else to find someone so kind to take me to the city where I can find some workshop that come to take my car and I fix it . That day was very hot, so even my outfit was not very abundant. I wore the very short shorts, where you could also glimpse a bit of my ass, a t-shirt that came just below the breast and if the wind blew it fluttered and you could see my two apples underneath.
