sweatplay

Ghada: Am I late? Hanaa: Not at all. Ghada: Come here, Sherine, I need you in my room. Sherine: What do you need, Ghada? Ghada: Look, Sherine, I searched all over Egypt street by street to find a galabeya in Kerdasa, but unfortunately, there isn’t any. Sherine: Why? Ghada: Don’t you know? Because I want a comfortable galabeya. Sherine: I hope a demon get to you in hell. Ghada: Go to hell. Sherine: You’re starting to lose your mind, you cow. Ghada: What’s wrong, Sherine? Are you going to argue with me or what? Sherine: I’m ready for an argue; I’ll hit you. Ghada: I swear to the haram from my religion, if you don’t talk to me nicely and stop the arguments, I’ll hit you with a stick like a cockroach, understand or not? Sherine: I get it.