Fati Joon with the help of Hanger

Hello dear friends, I hope you are full of people everywhere in Iran. Someone did not come from Kaston. I am Amir from Kermon province. This memory is related to 1 month ago. I did not take my engine fuel card. We gave a reverse gear to Shirkuhmon. We went to get our card. Sangi and I told him that in the afternoon when I came back from the village, I saw that Irancell had sent a message. You have a missed call from 0933. A child accepted that I had attracted his trust before him. When he came to our house, we, a simple man, told him that he had definitely thought that he would blow the whistle. I told myself that Fatoo would not come today O Fayshu, I turned it on. I came to the erotic site, dear God, to be a victim of erotic deeds. We read a few erotic stories. I took some sexy photos of my hand from under her corset, her breasts were sweaty. When I opened his pants, I reached for his white shirt. I threw a hand over his shirt. Malvand was moaning from his shirt. I pulled his shirt. In the kitchen, I took solid vegetable oil and put it on his feet. I rubbed it on my face. We gave a corner and a pressure, I slowly put a straw in the corner, then I slept. When he opened the door, I kissed him on the back. A scream started. I screamed more in fear of his back. I took a lip and poured it into the bottom of our water and told Fati that you are sucking bad luck. I was writing it