ZAJAM4K. Volim biti mokra kao moja pička... I prekrivena spermom

Her plan was as precise as a Swiss watch, and she never missed an appointment. She walked into the loan office with her best samples: lace and silk in a discreet box. When the lid came off, the loan manager's pen froze mid-signature. His gaze dropped, the air in the room thickening with unspoken terms. She leaned in, her voice a low whisper, and made her pitch. By the time the papers were signed, neither could say if the deal was struck on numbers or on something far harder to quantify.