Oh, that is wonderful. There is love in the air somehow. But somehow also the smell of a warm or better hot cigarette. Not that our little Cupid is still a smoker? But no, we can calm you down. In our case, our Iveta made herself comfortable.
The finale furioso. Our Lady Iveta has definitely reached the finish line. Breaking the will is one of her specialties. Has she succeeded or will she succeed? In this last part it seems as if she only has to install the new software.
Welcome to the third part and with it a further step in the optimization of this withered slave. Our Lady Iveta is really working hard on this wet sack. He crouches there in front of her, somewhat listless, nervous and anxious, in the gentle sunlight and the best weather.
We are slowly getting closer to the matter. Our Lady Iveta will certainly not reveal any secrets, but this vase is supposed to be beautiful. Vase? If you don't know what we are talking about here, you should definitely take a look at part 1.
Ignorance is no excuse and this older gentleman here doesn't seem to understand anything. Somehow his wife hasn't really told him what to expect from our fantastic Lady Iveta. We are of course always one step ahead of the guy, although we have to be honest, we don't really understand it yet.
There is nothing to be said against a relaxing afternoon in a heated whirlpool. All easy would be the keen bather's comment and would openly throw themselves into the water. But wait. Someone has obviously overlooked the sign on the edge of the pool.
At first glance, cigarettes and high heels sound like film noir from the sixties. Well-dressed women in chic evening wear, gentlemen at a dinner and an atmosphere like in the good old days. It sure feels that way for our Lady Iveta.
Who does not know it, the blue hour. Those magical moments. Clear, cool air, crickets and cicadas are chirping in the background. There is a sleepy mood everywhere. Overall? No not everywhere. With Lady Iveta, these moments mean more than just lying and resting.
Who does not know it, the blue hour. Those magical moments. Clear, cool air, crickets and cicadas are chirping in the background. There is a sleepy mood everywhere. Overall? No not everywhere. With Lady Iveta, these moments mean more than just lying and resting.
We all somehow know it. This feeling of being noticed. The looks when they scurry approvingly over the body. But somehow something is wrong here. Hello is someone there? Apparently not. At least when it comes to our Lady Iveta who skillfully ignores here.