lt;pgt;American pros

A rusted spring top pokes through a discolored sponge and non-woven fabric.,Martin grumbled and shifted to the other side, the damaged foam pad sunken into a crater, soft as one of Dani's giant balloons, cradling his most vulnerable areas.,Elena pulled out her scuffed phone, glanced at the time, and stood up. "I should get to the mall for my shift," she said.。