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如果我手上没有剑,我就不能保护你 如果我一直握着剑,我就无法抱紧你!
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The scent of a woman was not mine...
Welcome home darling. Did you miss me? Wish to dwell in dear love? Touch my milklike skin. Feel the ocean. Lick my deepest. Hear the starry choir. Rip off this lace. That keeps me imprisoned. But beware of the enchantment. For my eroticism is oblivion. Old love lies deep you said. Deeper shall be the wound between your legs...... |
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你让我滚,我滚了。你让我回来,对不起,滚远了.
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Aux grandes âmes, les grands challenges.
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