Telica
Jan 28, 2020, Yerevan, Armenia
I wrung my hands. “Mila these guys look dangerous. Are you sure we can trust them?” My stomach rocked and I couldn’t stop vomiting. My body was tired despite my sleeping through the entire flight. Nothing I ate would stay down. I couldn’t deny that I looked horrible. My skin had darkened, and I had been vomiting with diarrhea. During my recent travels, to these different countries, I might have picked up a parasite of some kind of virus.
Mila laughed. “Avet is the muscular one with blonde hair and the brunette is Grigor. Girl, your v****a is safe from them. Women throw their panties at these two all the time.”
Closing my mouth, I watched as the two men made their way toward us. They must be wealthy too because they had put us on a private plane. I
