Dmitry phahaha if you think that I’ve been charred by me, then you’re mistaken and in general you who is Phah don’t whine the cockerels, I and tpk understand that you dolbaeb who want to jump on my dick do not merge yourself but just keep silent digrodant and you will kick my tongue with your tongue
Khrushchev these old brick houses roof called Christmas tree. between the bricks on the roof the nest of the holobi rotted. you will climb feathers on the roof and pigeon droppings. bro lived on this same centri lived. there is a box office Ivan Kupala, whoever hit. we take the hose from the van and people go to the cashier for money. and water before going. then they hid the taxi driver with a chicken egg from the cold in the car. then there was a tomato market near the tents bazaar. or collective farmers sold milk to sour cream in a cart on a bazaar. It was an interesting time. grandmothers also dreamed of villages, but there were funnings in the villages.
well zizits lost my peace of calm dreams wish me not to go crazy crazy I’m glad that I’m not fagot that I can appreciate such delights of Mogsky perception of beauty
Dmitry phahaha if you think that I’ve been charred by me, then you’re mistaken and in general you who is Phah don’t whine the cockerels, I and tpk understand that you dolbaeb who want to jump on my dick do not merge yourself but just keep silent digrodant and you will kick my tongue with your tongue
Are you like the X-men only change eye color
Wow perfect girl Have you ever been in Italy on holiday
Elena Lazareva
Fu
The mood to plant you an aspen stake
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bioantikrylo
Lord, well, her name is not Russian and Che enviable
Flat
waiting for rain
she should have protected her honor from a young age and now it’s too late
I didn’t even insult you, but already in an emergency
Zhi shi write with the letter And smart
Khrushchev these old brick houses roof called Christmas tree. between the bricks on the roof the nest of the holobi rotted. you will climb feathers on the roof and pigeon droppings. bro lived on this same centri lived. there is a box office Ivan Kupala, whoever hit. we take the hose from the van and people go to the cashier for money. and water before going. then they hid the taxi driver with a chicken egg from the cold in the car. then there was a tomato market near the tents bazaar. or collective farmers sold milk to sour cream in a cart on a bazaar. It was an interesting time. grandmothers also dreamed of villages, but there were funnings in the villages.
when will you come to Taganrog
Maga And they gave the whores I think they would have spent them on food
Cattle
sponges bow bow edge house bl although no sponge duck
well zizits lost my peace of calm dreams wish me not to go crazy crazy I’m glad that I’m not fagot that I can appreciate such delights of Mogsky perception of beauty
You shaw without a bra
Danunach the Great
Oh god
You look at yourself stupid bloggers than you are better and assholes fucking
Looks like an embalmed mummy left to bandage
Are you like the X-men only change eye color
Toad))