Well, what do we have over there? Two little, scantily clad little birds hopping sensually across the green meadows? Well, there isn't a meadow far and wide here, but these two little sparrows are real. They are within our grasp and right in front of our noses.

A fantastic sight that offers itself to us. Tight skirts, long legs and a bustier that allows a view of the navel. At least our Amira likes to be revealing here. And Jill? The same of course. No question. But what kind of teasing game are these two playing with us? Or are they not playing with us at all? Is it more of a prov...

Well, what do we have over there? Two little, scantily clad little birds hopping sensually across the green meadows? Well, there isn't a meadow far and wide here, but these two little sparrows are real. They are within our grasp and right in front of our noses.

A fantastic sight that offers itself to us. Tight skirts, long legs and a bustier that allows a view of the navel. At least our Amira likes to be revealing here. And Jill? The same of course. No question. But what kind of teasing game are these two playing with us? Or are they not playing with us at all? Is it more of a provocative game between these two? How they pull their bare feet out of the mules and slide them back into them. How they stroll past you with their slender feet right in front of your nose, stretching in the armchair only to then distribute caresses to each other. Again and again their hands glide over each other's bare legs, feet, touch each other gently and throw inviting looks at each other ... how is this supposed to end?