Hello erotic children, I have been a member of eroticism for four years and I read most of my stories. I decided to tell my own story. My name is Mortazas. I am XNUMX years old. All thirteen days should be in front of us. Why should I lie? I was also an extraordinary insect at that time. In short, the night fell. My father was snoring and went to the bedroom. Your prisoner, Yasna, was right at the foot of my feet in the reception. I was instilled. That night I was very happy. I put my foot down, I found a strange calmness, and I fell asleep, but I was kind of embarrassed. Until the night of Eid, the delivery of the year was nine and forty-five. I think it was done. The same thing was repeated at night when I slept. Let me be more naughty, my grandfather, you slept in the bedroom, but because the room was cold, my prisoner did not die for fear of Yasna. Pam Pam went to the place of my head. I gently kissed the corner of my toe. It smelled special. I sprayed my tongue. Then we were supposed to go to my grandfather's house. My grandfather brought a car. My prisoner sat down in honor of my mother. It was an interesting feeling, I felt he knew and what Yazi does not say that after I kissed her feet, I put my hand behind her calf. Slowly, my index finger was in my mouth. Everything was wonderful. A minute later, I saw him come in the yard. I went behind him, took a small lip and stuck my back to his body. The air in our city was cold. We all felt hot. He didn't say anything. I don't know.
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Date: August 23, 2018
