I am XNUMX-year-old Arash, a white boy with wide, soft buttocks and a woman who has been remembering my mother since the age of XNUMX by my beautiful mother. One morning when I woke up, I was not feeling well at all. I had to do some calculations with my fingertips. It was hot and I had a heart attack. I saw that I was not feeling very well and I was not feeling well. And I knocked on the door. I wanted so much shit that I wanted to hate everyone. I went to the subway. The subway was crowded. I went forward and stood up so that my buttocks were bent. It was clear to Kirsh that he was rough and frowning. With a stiff and muscular working body. I stuck my buttocks to Kirsh and I was waving my fleshy buttocks. I narrowed and widened when I saw him put his hand on me and I clung to him more. I could feel the sound of his breath and his big, city-like cock. It was really big. He took my hand and we got off the subway. It was down town. I was scared at first, but my lust had driven me crazy. He asked me my name and a series of questions. It took about one or three years for them to see me and gather themselves. Hashem said, "I brought the children to Weston. Today, Arash wants to invite us all to something soft and hot. I could see the electricity of lust in their eyes." Amir went and locked the door and came. I was about to be embarrassed by Farhad's expression in Farhad, who was XNUMX years old. I was going crazy and I could not bear it I said, "Do more for me." And my voice became so loud until the evening of three people that my whole body smelled of waist water and my heart was pounding for a few days.
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Date: August 23, 2018
