After the snow melts, it is spring.
Two people no longer speak, only the body is doing things skillfully, he takes off her clothes, she also takes off him. It seems that everyone can't wait. Then standing naked, he picked her up, one by one, and went straight into her body. She cried. It was painful. But his hands were firmly around him. His jaw against his hair, frantically kissing. He shot. Call her: Voice, voice. So painful. They calmed down. She was suddenly a little shy. Pick up the clothes. He carried her to the bedroom. She was very quiet, and they were lying in a hug.