"It hurts... it hurts..."
Navin opened his mouth, knowing it would not hurt, but pressed her upper arm and her pretty face, which was moving so close, gently over her with the ball, so that her eyes did not blink, and the faint fragrance emanating from her drifted into her nose. He accidentally stuffed it into his lungs.
He glanced at him when he realized he had already smelled his scent.
"It smells good."
Not only did he steal the delicious smell, but he also smelled another sweet voice. Navin lowered his head and muttered to himself.
"Well... how did you say you got hurt?"
So he improvised.
"It hurts, it hurts."
He stuffed the ball into his mouth, which was ridiculous. He saw a large glass of hard liquor squirming back and forth on his body. He screams when he slides the ball to
