TrostFick, breakfast tastes better with me!

Let me put it this way: there are some very unpleasant voices, like that of my neighbor. The woman managed to argue with her husband for a whole week. I didn’t hear him that often, but I heard her all the louder! Then I met the poor dachshund in his pajamas in the yard with a cushion and a blanket in his hands on the way to the car. How can people treat people like that??? Now she can listen to me screaming when her husband fucks me while she, the stupid bitch, drinks her morning coffee!