lt;pgt;American pros

Martin sat on the sofa, dust dancing in the air made his nose itch, a sneeze about to erupt was thwarted by something hard poking his bottom.,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.,“You're the one who should be paying for applause! I always give you hundreds of millions worth of goods!” Martin said, sounding completely justified.。