Hi, my good friend, I saw that our previous story had good feedback and I continued to do so. I introduced myself before, so let's go to the main article. I was remembering him. I went to my friend's house, then my friend's eater came to us with a pitcher of syrup. We sat down and we talked and that syrup and that moment met. He came to our house. I came for lunch, but there was no lunch and he was alone in the house. He brought a pitcher of syrup and we watched TV on Channel 85. I ate a glass of syrup and he sighed, I took off his pants, I saw him down, oh, what a hairy boy, I ate his clothes, I showed him on Super Lynn Carter TV, I went to his aunt, then I ate him, oh, what a person he was, I thought he was XNUMX. Because I had not taken the pill, Saxmon took an hour and a half, then con gel Hey, I waited for half an hour, then suddenly his brother came and I came out of the trunk, I came, we went to the bathroom, I cried three times in memory of that sex. Denying the truth and accepting it, like accepting the facts, if I had a misspelling that I do not have, there is no problem because misspellings happen to anyone, if I swear, I will not be deprived of anything, and you have only stained the chastity of your words, friends. You told the story, I will tell you about my sexy memories again, written by Ghanbar
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Date: May 20, 2019
