Belinda Bloominthar, a Russian Doll of Friendship

Belinda had an epiphany. All right, she was no longer the international sales director of steels, pots and pans, but she was still belinda bloominthar. Nothing could touch her special friend without first hacking through her first. Bella bounded down the clorridor, ass cheeks thumping against each other in their poweri just imagined, like a big saint bernard dog, us jumping into formation. She planted her feet straight in front of belinda, who was in front of jazellso now we art t get through bella to get to belinda to get to jazell. Thishhaha. This russian doll of friendship was as how...