"Hmmm." I place my hand on my chin and narrow my eyes at her, pretending to be deep in thought. In reality, all I'm doing is devouring her curves with my eyes, remembering how her soaked p***y felt through her panties when I had my hand between her thighs.
"I'd say thirty-four?"
Irina's face goes instantly beat red. Her jaw goes slack and she gasps, "What!?"
"Kidding!" I reply before she loses her s**t. "You're eighteen! Max nineteen."
I've never seen such relief come over a person in my life. I instantly start cracking up as Irina leaps at me, attacking me in a furious pummel of fists.
"I can't even drink yet and you say I'm in my thirties!? I'll show you thirties you son of a b***h!"
Laughing, I spin, snatch both of her wrists with one hand, then quickly flip her upside down and ca
