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28/09/22
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21/08/19
And only a flock of white birds takes sorrow to heaven.
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In my arm I holding your dick
Today In the night and morning
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So that for you from the depths of yoga
I want pleasure to come
To show how I do it
Go deep inside me, I will make you cum
But I don't know how to turn it off. Let's just burn!
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Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...