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Aux grandes âmes, les grands challenges.
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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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五十六个万花,五十六枝笔,五十六个利针一起捅你菊花,五十六个乱撒,汇成一句话,我擦OT尼玛水T秀秀求拉!
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蓝蓝天空...
太阳公公... 小狗追着小蜜蜂... |
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