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Intro. In the neighborhood they call me "German", and they already know that my word is law and my balls are the boss. I learned the ropes from the start and ended up as boss. And then there's my girl, Sofia. My adoration, my queen. The bitch is a beast, not just any asshole who bends down on me. It cost me a lot to get her out of her strawberry world to bring her with me, and that's why I take care of her more than my merchandise. I gave her a ship, I let her go, I give her everything my queen wants, but the girl has to understand that here I am the one in charge. The net, things are tense. A few days ago, Sofia made a mess of me, she saw me "flirting" according to her with the girls who help me in the wineries. Pure blowjobs! It's not my fucking fault that those girls like it. I was just checking the inventory, but the girl jumped on me and from then on she was in a bad mood. I was having a night with my friends when my cell phone vibrated. A message from one of my kids who is patrolling the area. > `Ale

German "Tom"

@Sofia