Macy Sees the Danger Ch.02

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Macy Sees the Danger Ch.02After a rough fuck by Steve, Macy finds out there is much more going on with Steve than she ever imagined. . . . . . I finally picked myself up off the shower floor and stood there. . . letting the blood flow back to my brain, I had been laying on the floor of the shower for what felt like hours. I pumped body wash into my hand and started to scrub my body. My fingers guided the soap into my tender hole, it was a little sore. I hadn’t gotten lubed up enough, it was worth it. Something about Steve though, something was different. It had been like that the last few times we were together. It wasn’t personal or intimate at all, just a little progressively aggressive, a little more violent each time, he was treating me like property. . . . . . . I didn’t know if I wanted to be Steve’s property anymore. He had been having really bad mood swings, worse than usual. In the beginning he would always try to blame it on the roids or stress. But now I was getting blamed. It had gotten worse further into my transition. I knew he didn’t care for me changing my body and becoming more of a woman, but this is who I was, I was starting to think he would never be able to accept me. I shut my brain off and rinsed off the soap and washed my hair. I turned off the shower, toweled off and got as dry as possible. My hair would take time. I pulled my thong off, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the locker room. Steve hadn’t left yet, he was sitting in front of his locker looking down at his phone. I walked over to my locker and got dressed. What room had he said to go to? Room 13, in the massage wing. I pulled on the yoga pants, quickly tucked myself into place and pulled the thin tank top over my head, I could barely feel it hanging off my shoulders. I shut my locker and turned around, I saw Steve was leaning on his locker with his phone to his ear staring at me. It wasn’t a good look on his face, he was almost smirking and his eyes. . . . . they looked a little blank. . . no emotion. For a guy that I thought at one point loved me and had just gotten laid, he didn’t look right. I ignored him and walked out of the locker room and made my way to the smoothie bar, I needed some calories, I was exhausted and physically drained. What was going on with Steve?? Whatever, we had had a great fuck and I had held up my end of the deal. It was his turn to pay up. I sat at the smoothie bar. Brenda was mixing a smoothie with her back towards me. “can I get a chi mixed with mango hun?” I said to her softly. She turned around and did a double take at me, ‘yeah I’m mixing it up now, you ok?’ she replied. ‘yeah I’m good, just tired, it was a great workout, I stayed in the sauna to long.’ She rolled her eyes ‘hmmm hm’ she hummed. she poured the drink into a plastic cup and handed it over to me. ‘you need a straw’ she asked, ‘sure’ I replied. She turned away to get the straw and I glanced at her ass, I never got tired of looking at it, it was perfect to me, thick, curvy, firm and had a perkiness to it. I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks when she walked with those tiny short shorts on. I wanted an ass like hers, I wanted men to stare at me the way they starred at her. I was just starting to get my fair share of stares in my mind. But she was something else. She got the straw and slid it into my drink, ‘you sure you alright? I saw Steve chase after you into the locker room after you got done working out’ she said with a concern in her voice. ‘no really I’m fine, were fine’ I replied, I didn’t sound convincing. ‘yeah well I also saw that other hulk of a man follow you two in the locker room as well, your friend from the club, Brad or Burt’ she said. . . . . ‘you mean Ben?’ I asked. ‘yeah Ben, he walked in after Steve, hung out by the door to the locker room and then went in, looked like he was watching Steve pretty closely.’ ‘How’d you see all that?’ I asked, kinda curious why she was only watching us and being so damn noisy. ‘I was checking out that Ben guy, my gawd hun hes fine, he could have his fucking way with me!! I pretty much stare at him the whole time he’s in the gym. . . . and yet he kinda scares me at the same time’ she said with a smile. I had heard her talk about Ben before. She was full of shit acting like she didn’t know his name. I knew she wanted him something awful. She tried to holler at him at the club once and he wasn’t paying her any attention, I think it made her want him more. He did have an effect on people in the gym, guys, girls. . . . . transgender. He just had a presence about him. ‘I didn’t see Ben but everything is fine’ I said again. . . not believing it. . . again. Brenda seemed a little restless, she was suspect of something. ‘you know’ she started to say while leaning in closer to me, ‘Steve has a serious problem with Ben and Ben really doesn’t seem to found of Steve as well, do you know what that’s about?’ she asked. ‘dunno’ I said ‘I asked both of them and neither said to much, Ben just told me to ask Steve and Steve wont say anything with details but curses Ben every time he gets a chance.’‘Well be careful honey, I wouldn’t want you to get crushed in between those two if they were going at it’ she said. I know she hadn’t meant anything sexual about her comment but I couldn’t help my mind drifting off on the thought of them both plowing the fuck out of me, my thin lean frame in between their two huge muscular masses being spit roasted by their throbbing cocks. ‘I gotta go, massage time’ I said to Brenda with a wink and made my way toward the massage rooms. I didn’t see Ben or Steve anywhere on my way. I checked in at the front desk ‘ahhh yes Marsh right? Yes room 13 please, the massage ther****t is in the room already for you’ the front desk girl said. I walked up to room 13 walked thru the door and shut it behind me. I looked at the ‘massage ther****t’ it was skinny Tim. Skinny Tim and I had went to the same high school, last I heard he was in prison for some dope charges. Tim was always in trouble while we were in school. We always had a class or two together and we were both outcast in our own right. We also both shared a fucked up c***d hood with no real parents, we bonded almost immediately when we first met. ‘Tim? Skinny Tim? What the hell are you doing as a ther****t??’ I said to him in shock. ‘Holy shit Marshal? Your Marsh?’ he said in even more shock. I let out a laugh and hugged him, he was still skinny as shit, I could feel his bony frame under his clothes. ‘damn you look great Marshal, or I mean Marsh, what the hell do you call yourself now? You look so much different!!’ he said as he hugged me tight. We broke the hug and I stepped back still in the awe of the coincidence meet up. I go by Marsh more these days but hell you call me whatever you want friend. His face suddenly went flush and he turned a little white, he looked like he was fighting to keep a grin on his face. ‘so wait. . . . are you with Steve? Your Steves girl? I mean . . . . are you with Steve?’ he asked nervously.‘yeah, well I mean, I’m with Steve yeah’ I said back to him. ‘Why?’ I asked, ‘How do you know Steve?’ Tim turned away and reached into a gym bag on the floor next canlı bahis to the massage table. ‘I’ve got your hormones you were asking for, I didn’t realize you were taking this whole becoming a girl thing this serious’ He said to me as he placed a small brown gift bag on the massage table. ‘well yeah, I’m in transition, officially. So your Steve’s dealer huh?’ I asked as I opened the gift bag, there were what looked like four really big bottles of pills, looked like a couple year’s worth of hormones. ‘Well yeah, I am a licensed massage ther****t as well, its just part time really, the dealing that is’ he said, he was still nervous looking. ‘my god Marshal, you look great! Very beautiful! If I didn’t know you I mean. . . . . I wouldn’t know you by looking at you.’ He said while looking me up and down, he looked away. ‘whats wrong Tim?’ I asked. ‘I can’t believe its you Marshal, I can’t believe it, I can’t believe you are with Steve. . . . . we met in prison you know’ he said looking down at the floor. ‘you met where?’ I said almost stunned, did he say prison. . . .what the fuck was he talking about. ‘yeah, you know after high school I did two years for possession. Steve was housed with me, he was in for murder until his case got dismissed.’ My brain felt like the motor that controlled it hit the brakes. I had never heard anything about Steve being in prison or getting into any kind of trouble with the law. ‘what. . .wait. . . Steve was in prison for murder. . . .but his case was dismissed? So he was found to be innocent or what?’ I asked, I was staring a hole into Tim now, I didn’t believe it. ‘no, witness’s disappeared’ he said. . . . Tim was terrified of Steve, I could see it now. ‘why are you telling me this Tim?’ I asked, now I was looking away, I was starting to get nervous, did I even know who Steve was at all, the Steve I knew might be a complete lie, skinny Tim might be full of shit, hes not faking though, hard to fake that pale sweat look. My brain started up again, it was racing. The looks from Steve, the violent fuck sessions, the blank stares and anger. . . . something was there. ‘I didn’t know you were with him until now, I’ve heard him talk about you before. I care about you Marshal, ever since high school you were the only one I was ever friends with from that fucking place. You walked in that door and you just surprised the fuck out of me. I can’t believe you didn’t know about him already?’ he said in a strange pleading tone ‘you can’t tell him you know me Marshal and you cant tell him how much I gave you, I was only supposed to give you a hand full of pills.’ ‘What? Why? Why was I only supposed to get a handful?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know, he seems pissed at you, in his way, hes a seriously jealous kind of guy.’ Tim started packing up his equipment in the duffle bag. ‘Tim you have to calm down’ I said ‘this isn’t good, we can’t know each other, seriously, if he finds out we have a history I’m fucked Marshal. Ive seen this fucking guy do some seriously dark shit’ he said as he grabbed all his stuff together. ‘Tim, you can’t walk out of here right now, not yet, this is supposed to be an hour long massage session’ I said pleading with him. ‘your right your right’ he said. Tim stopped moving around and sat down in a chair in the corner. ‘sorry Marshal, I wish I could have bumped into you somewhere else outside of this’ he said, he was still fidgety with his hands. I knelt down on my knees in front of him and put my hands over his and gripped his palms. ‘just take it easy Tim, breath for me ok’ he was way too scared of Steve I thought.Tim gripped my hands back and let out a long breath, closing his eyes. ‘hows your grandma Tim?’ I asked softly. ‘shes good, shes in an assisted living center. She likes it for the most part, she has lots of friends.. . . . . more friends than I got’ he said with a slight grin. We talked for a bit more about his grandma, she had raised him for the most part when his dad wasn’t putting cigarettes out on his back. He told me after prison he bounced around but ended up coming back home and working as a massage ther****t but fell back into dealing for the cash. I looked at Tim and asked ‘Tim. . . . . can you tell me more about how you know Steve? How did you two meet?’ Tim let out another long breath, ‘well I met him jail, like I said.’ I let out a quick breath and said ‘I know but, I don’t know, I just have never heard him say anything about going to jail or anyone else ever say anything about it before.’ I replied. ‘Well,’ he began to say ‘I wouldn’t tell my current lover about the time I was accused of murdering my ex-girlfriend either if I could avoid it.’ All the blood in my face drained out, I could feel my face turning pale, I thought I was going to be sick. ‘he was accused of killing an ex-girlfriend?’ I asked thru almost clinched teeth. ‘yeah, more than one but nothing ever stuck. Witnesses that he had supposedly confessed to disappear or changed their stories before the trial could happen.’I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. I had to think. ‘Marshal. . . ‘ Tim said ‘Steve did kill them, his ex’s, I know he did. He use to joke about how you cant be charged with murder with no dead body or witnesses. He use to tell stories of people getting killed or how someone could get rid of a body if they needed to. He always had too many details. He got off on it I think.’‘I don’t know if I want to know anymore’ I said quietly staring off into space. ‘Sorry’ Tim said, ‘he ****d guys to you know’ he said real quick and with a little anger. I looked up at him as if to say, what the hell did I just say! But Tim was looking away and looked like he was about to cry. ‘you Tim? Did he . . . . . did he **** you Tim?’ I asked. ‘yeah, only once, he kinda made me his errand boy after that’ he replied, he wiped tears away from his eyes. ‘why are you working for him Tim? Why would you do that for someone that has done that to you?’ I asked a little dumbstruck. ‘he pays well, and he hasn’t done it again. I think he was just horny on the inside and I was an easy target but ended up being more useful.’ I wanted to leave the room, I felt like it was closing in on me, I was a little panicked and beginning to feel the stress rising up in me. ‘Tim, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I wish there was something I could do.’ I said, wanting to cry. ‘you cannot become another dead ex of Steves.. . . . you could leave him and never come back’ he said wiping his face again. ‘I can’t just leave Steve so abruptly, he’d know something was up and he’d come after you it sounds like. . . .and me.’ My brain was already trying to think of a way out. ‘do you know a Ben? He bounces and manages the night club on Elm and Main, club Le Rain?’ I asked Tim. ‘yeah’ Tim said ‘Ben Lomo right?’, I nodded. ‘That guy is a fucking massive scary looking fucker. Ben was really close to one of Steve’s missing ex’s. I think they had even dated or been a thing at one point.’ I looked up at the wall clock, it had been close to an hour since I walked in the room. ‘I gotta go Tim, can I get your number so we can stay in touch?’ I asked him. ‘sure, yeah of course, I put my card in the bag, it has my email bahis siteleri and cell number on it’ Tim said. I gave him one last hug and promised to call him soon. Walking out of the massage room everything seemed muted. No sound was penetrating my ears. ‘I need to get out of here and try to think’ I thought. I walked thru the gym and out the front door towards my car. Steves black caddy was gone, I paused. Looked around and saw nothing suspicious. Ben I thought, I needed Ben. I turned around and walked back into the gym. I didn’t see Ben anywhere. I pulled my phone out and texted him ‘I need to talk to you, I know about Steve WTF!!’ I just stood there in the front lobby of the gym nervous, confused, what the hell was I supposed to do. I saw Ben walking from the locker room staring his phone, probably reading my text. I walked up to him. ‘I know about Steve’ I said to him. Ben looked around and sternly said ‘stop talking, we gotta get out of here, take your car and meet me at starbucks down at the end of main’. I turned around and walked out to my car and sped out of the parking lot. What the hell was I going to do. I pulled into the starbucks parking lot. Ben pulled up behind me in his pickup truck. ‘Get in’ he yelled, I got in and he sped off going down street after street, I was just staring out the window, not a word was spoken. Ben brought the truck to a stop behind what looked like a warehouse in the industrial district. ‘So’ Ben said, ‘what is it that you think you know about Steve?’ I told him everything that I knew and thought I knew from what skinny Tim told me to how Steve had been acting lately with us and me. Ben just stared out the windshield and listened. When I finished I looked at Ben and waited for him to say something. ‘Your next. . . . . . he’s going to kill you Marsh. . . he’s going to fucking kill you. . . ‘The words he spoke bounced off the interior of the truck like an echo, his deep sincere tone made my face flush white. ‘this is exactly what happened with the others except the others didn’t realize they were in danger and couldn’t see Steve for what he was’ Ben said. I just stared at him. ‘Every other girl reported the same behavior to friends and family about Steve and every one of them. . . . . . . . . .was mutilated, tortured and murdered. . . ‘‘What? How do you know that?’ I asked. ‘I read the statements, this is personal to me, I want to bury that fuck Marsh. I’ve been looking into this for a while now’ he said. ‘What do I do?’ I said, ‘you run or you kill him, even if you run he’ll probably come after you. . . that’s how it works. . . your game to him, you’re his prey now. He uses you until he’s no longer turned on by you, then he has to bump it up, increase the intensity of the relationship to get his dick to work again. Then he tortures you, to get off, then he kills you. . . . . to get off’. I felt like I was going to be sick again. ‘I can’t run, not yet, he knows my financials. I have to get them in order before I run. I sure as shit can’t kill him.’ Ben let out a sigh ‘you probably have some time, maybe a month or two. That’s how it went down with Irene, I could tell Steve was off but she wouldn’t accept it, she wrote me off cause I still had feelings for her. Irene and I had broken up only a year before I got suspicious of him. Then she disappeared. The police found a cheek bone and some hair of hers a year after she disappeared.’ He said ‘I couldn’t believe he got away with it, I won’t let him get away with it anymore.’‘I believe you, I want out, what do you think I should do?’ I asked. Ben told me about some property he owned out of state. It was a condo in Florida, no one knew about it except him. He said I could use it until I got on my feet. We discussed a plan for me to be gone by the end of the week, I had a business trip for three days and would take care of the details during that time, pack some stuff to take, only what I needed, leave and never come back. Ben discussed me going to the cops to make a statement before I left town but told me it probably wouldn’t do anything, but it was good to have it documented just in case. Ben said he’d come visit if I wanted and he’d help me get a job at a club, he knew people. I couldn’t thank him enough. Ben drove me back to my car, before getting out he said, ‘he can’t think anything is going on, you need to convince him otherwise, go along but pay attention, he got real sweet towards the end, as long as hes still turned on by you, you are safe. Also, Steve has resources I don’t know about yet, I’m still trying to figure it all out myself. He’s connected somehow.’ I thanked him again and got into my car. Ben drove away and I just sat in my car. Convince him he had said. . . . . . . I could do that, I’d have to. I drove to my apartment and got things together for my business trip. Then I scanned my apartment for things I actually wanted to take with me, it wasn’t much, probably a box of sentiments and clothes. Four boxes I guessed in total. I got online and started searching Steve’s full name and researched everything I could. Everything appeared to be true. I found mostly arrest records and almost zero news articles. Booked for multiple attempted murders when he was younger, booked for murder, county jail time, dismissed. How was none of this in the news I thought to myself. I needed to see Steve, he hadn’t texted or called me all day. I drove to his apartment with my sleep over bag as usual. I had a couple drawers full of clothes and things at his apartment but I didn’t want to break any routine. I saw his Caddy parked in front of his garage door. I took a deep breath and made my way up the stairs to his apartment. Convince him Ben had said, as long as he’s turned on. Walking into the apartment I saw the tv on and Steve stretched out on the couch watching a football game. I felt sick in my stomach ‘hey babe’ I said softly locking the door behind me. ‘how’d the massage go?’ he said. ‘it was good, massage was ok but what I got was way better’ I replied. Convince him I kept hearing Ben say in my head. I dropped my bag and sat on Steves lap straddling him and wrapped my arms around his neck ‘thank you thank you thank you’ I said kissing him at the same time. ‘you’ve made me so happy you have no idea baby!!’ I said, it sounded fake as shit to me but I committed ‘I hope it wasn’t a problem baby thank you!!’ I kept kissing him as I said it. Steve hugged me back and started laughing quietly. ‘well your my girl now so don’t forget it.’ He said. ‘oh I won’t in fact. . . I want to show you how thankful I am’ I said as I started to grind my pelvis into his, I could feel his large limp dick thru his gym shorts. ‘are you up for round two?’ I said soft as I continued to grind my taint into the top of his shaft. ‘round two huh?’ he groaned. His hands gripped my hips tightly and pulled me hard into his pelvis. ‘give me one minute baby’ I said as I quickly pulled my self away from him getting out of reach from him. I stood, winked and spinned away toward the bedroom ‘I’ll be right back’. I was sick to my stomach, I didn’t want him touching me anymore, I had to convince him. I opened one of the drawers in his bahis şirketleri bedroom with my underware and sexy lingerie. I dug thru until I found a sexy tight black jock strap that I knew he liked but I didn’t wear that often. I had been leaning more towards lingerie lately. I found a dark blue thin weight lifting tank and slid it over my lean frame. My breast had a little side boob showing, I liked it. I had to convince him, I thought of Ben, his deep voice, sexy powerful body, his concern for me. It started to turn me on. ‘Ok, just think of Ben’ I thought to myself.I walked out slowly and made my way to the stereo, I switched it to the radio and killed the sound of the tv. Ben was transfixed on me. I saw him looking me up and down. I put on a local R&B station and started moving my hips side to side. I imagined Ben on the couch and him seeing me dance for him for the first time. I opened my eyes and looked at Steve, his mouth was open a little and he had started to rub his cock. What a huge cock he had.The next song started and it picked up, I got down on the ground on my knees facing away from Steve and started popping and twerking my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and making them clap together with the beat of the song. The workouts had paid off keeping my ass very twerkable. I heard a shift on the couch and felt Steves large presence behind me. His hands grip either side of my ass. He pulled me toward him hard.I slid backward toward him ass first into his thighs, *slap* one of Steves large hands slapped hard on my ass. I kept twerking to the song, Ben still in my mind, *slap* another slap from Steve landed on my other cheek. Steve grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back facing the ceiling. It was a move he had been fond of lately. So was I, but I felt Ben gripping my hair. Steve started ripping at my jock tearing it making it wider over my ass cheeks. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my tender hole. I was still a little sore from him earlier today. He spit onto my tender pink and pushed his cock against it again. *RAM SLAP* he rammed his whole cock to the hilt inside of me in the first penetration, I let out a scream of pain. The pain shot thru my ass down my spine and out my eyes. I was seeing spots from the pain, he’d never done that before. He pulled out all the way and slammed back into me again and again I screamed. His other hand clamped over my mouth muffling my screams. I closed my eyes and breathed the best I could with his hand over my mouth, his other hand still gripping my hair. He slowly pounded away at my ass and growled at me ‘that’s what I fucking like that’s it right there you fucking bitch you know your fucking place don’t you DON’T YOU!!!’ he yelled at me as he pounded away at me. I moaned thru his grip and the pain slowly numbed to a dull ache in my ass as he pounded away at me. ‘you’re fucking MINE’ he yelled again and it was followed with a slap to my face releasing my mouth. I cried out and did my best to make it sound like more pleasure than anything else. Think of Ben. . . just Ben. The sounds of his thighs slapping into my ass echoed louder throughout the apartment. ‘FUCK ME BABY’ I screamed, he picked up the pace. My cock started to get hard as he pounded away at me, it was putting pressure on the front of the jock, begging to be released. He stopped and threw me to my back, spread my legs and slammed back into me. Steves face was distorted and angry. He was clenching his teeth but was trying to smile at the same time. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my body. His wide hand gripped my throat tight as he began to pound away at me again. I saw Ben on top of me taking me hard, I reached for my thin cock and started beating it hard as Steve pounded away at me. I was close to coming. I felt Steves cock pulsing, he was close. I shot my load hard over my stomach. Steves grip on my neck tightened, I couldn’t breath, but I was still cumming, my orgasm got cut short. Breathing became a priority, oh shit. I gripped at his arm, powerless as I tried to pull his arm away even slightly. OH SHIT, he was going to fucking kill me. I panicked and in that panic I reached up clawing at his arm that gripped my neck, trying to loosen his grip again. It had no effect on him, his grin got wider. I put my feet in the middle of his chest and pushed with everything I had, it knocked him backward and he landed on his back. I jumped up in a panic fighting the urge to run the fuck out of the apartment. He was stunned, it was on his face, I surprised him. I looked down at his huge throbbing cock and knelt down inbetween his legs and took all of him in my mouth past my gag reflex and fucked his cock with my throat the hardest and fastest I could. I gripped his balls with one hand and rubbed them adamantly. I might have just fucked up, I might have just signed my death warrant, I had to get him off quick, take his mind off of what happened. I felt his cock pulse again hard. His head bent back and his hands gripped at the carpet as he moaned like a wounded a****l. I felt the cum rise up at the base of his cock. I gripped his cock as hard as I could to stop the cum from shooting out. His body shook and he moaned again loud. I loosened my grip and he shot his load deep in my throat and I took every drop. I gagged on the load being drained in my throat but I fought it. I kept him deep in my throat until I thought I had every drop out of him. I pulled my mouth free from his cock and kept stroking to see if there was anything else. There wasn’t, I kept stroking and looked at Steve. His eyes were clenched shut, he looked like his orgasm was still ongoing. I stroked the head of his cock with both hands slow and hard spitting to lube it up. He was twitching from the sensitivity. He opened his eyes finally and let out a big breath saying ‘whheewww fuck Marsh. . . . holy shit’. I let out a giggle and licked my lips and crawled my way up next to him wearyingly and laid in a side cuddle with him. ‘I hope that showed a little of just how thankful I am to you’ I said softly while panting out of breath. ‘yeah. . . I get it’ he said ‘you know, I had something else in mind for you when you got home but I’d be damn if this wasn’t a good surprise’ I went flush a little, ‘what did you have in mind?’ I asked. ‘oh don’t worry it can wait, I want it to be a surprise.’ ‘I’m going to shower, you coming?’ I asked. ‘No you go ahead, I’m just going to lay here. . . . plus you already cleaned up you little slut’ he said with eyes closed again. I got up and walked into the bedroom, stripped everything off and walked into the shower. I put the water as hot as it would go. I looked at the bathroom door. . . I thought about locking it, I didn’t. It was the second time today that I felt like I wanted to melt away into the drain. I curled up in a ball and sat on the floor of the shower letting the drops of water beat away at me. This was it, the last time I would have to fuck that piece of shit. I would miss the sex I thought, but after what just happened, this is as far as I could let it go. I felt at my throat, it was sore, id had these type of neck sores before, it would bruise. I’ve got to get out of here. I closed my eyes and thought of Ben in the shower with me, holding me tight, engulfing me in his massive masculine body. I faded a little almost dreaming. . . . . . . . . To be Continued. . . . . . . . . . . .

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