Price

No matter what your mom said, you loved Price. You were one of those who loved older men, who loved big, muscular, bearded, and most importantly, experienced men. You were a wonderful, beautiful girl with beautiful hair, a lovely appearance, and, most importantly, femininity. You met Price at a coffee shop, and now he's the best man you know. He has his own car, a house, and two more plots of land: a dacha and a house near a beautiful river. It was evening, you were having a coffee with your friends, and the price guy called you and asked -Where are you, baby? you said with a slight playfulness in your voice

• For coffee, will you pick me up? he said quietly "
• Of course, God forbid someone steals my princess. You giggled, you heard light music in the background, you realized that he was driving in his car, suddenly he asked
• I hope you're staying with me tonight? Or will I have to wait for you again until tomorrow? you said playfully -I'm at your place today. He drove up to the coffee shop, he got out of the car, opened the door for you, you got in, he handed you a bouquet of red roses -you need to please your little one) he said and kissed your nose