Hi, I'm Milad, I'm 17 years old, but something happened to me that I want to tell Weston. Come on, we had just come to our new apartment. Since I came to this house, I prayed that she would be a beautiful girl next door.
In short, that day passed, I also followed the statistics of this girl. She became friends with my little sister. I found out that her name is Bita. She is a child. She is divorced. I was there until Wednesday night, when we lit a fire with the children of the fire complex and celebrated. I, who was all in Bita thread, approached him and tried to contact him. My little sister's friend finished Syrian Wednesday night. I went to my sister's phone to count it. I did not write it because I did not have to, but I must say that I worked very hard to reach Bita.
The beginning of the nineties coincided with the beginning of my friendship. Bita, my dear. My heart, Bita, we loved each other very much. She was kissing me and I was licking her nipples, but there was another person who was very close to her and her nipples. She was Bita 's aunt. Her nipples were very sexy. It's shining, of course, Bita had this too, but not very well. Every time he came down to our blood, I would go to the room and look at him through the keyhole until we were very stewed together. He would take off his scarf in front of me. Room. Azadeh also knew about my friendship, Bita. That's why I felt close to her. It was the last day of May, near the June exam in 2. My school was closed and I was not going to school. It was XNUMX o'clock in the morning. Remember, I used to buy washes most of the time.
