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ola mis niñas
ola guapas listo para conocerme vishona I am handsome, me guta imteligente adventure, I have no pronblemas race, or credo.me likes the good life, film, good talk
tranquis, Women who want to be decuviertas all aspectosrelajadas, creative, curiousI care a whistle that women have breasts like magnolias or dried fig, peach skin one or sandpaper. I am perfectly capable of carrying a nose that would draw the first prize in an exhibition of carrots, but yes, and I'm irreducible not allowed under any pretext, that fly did not know. If you can not fly, they lose time with me Under the pillow one hand, my hand, that grows, grows inexorably to emerge, suddenly the highest night leave the bed, beyond the walls mixed with the shadows, relax in the streets and coat the roofs of the houses sleepwalking. Through my eyes I contemplate your fingers, gentle, calm phalanges of cyclopean; thousands of rivers zigzagging, dry, that roam the desert palm of that hand, excessive, huge, attached to insomnia, my arm my body tiny, lost in the middle of the sheets;
ola guapas listo para conocerme vishona I am handsome, me guta imteligente adventure, I have no pronblemas race, or credo.me likes the good life, film, good talk
tranquis, Women who want to be decuviertas all aspectosrelajadas, creative, curiousI care a whistle that women have breasts like magnolias or dried fig, peach skin one or sandpaper. I am perfectly capable of carrying a nose that would draw the first prize in an exhibition of carrots, but yes, and I'm irreducible not allowed under any pretext, that fly did not know. If you can not fly, they lose time with me Under the pillow one hand, my hand, that grows, grows inexorably to emerge, suddenly the highest night leave the bed, beyond the walls mixed with the shadows, relax in the streets and coat the roofs of the houses sleepwalking. Through my eyes I contemplate your fingers, gentle, calm phalanges of cyclopean; thousands of rivers zigzagging, dry, that roam the desert palm of that hand, excessive, huge, attached to insomnia, my arm my body tiny, lost in the middle of the sheets;
