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A lightweight, weightless foam of a carefree, and therefore selfless, girlish debauchery subsided and disappeared after my nineteenth birthday when my girlfriend Sonya Schneider presented me with a nineteen-inch (by the number of years) dildo of a Japanese firm Vsunwdjo for a joyful and a yo girlfriend. The member was a huge, black, heated. He knew how to say “Katya, I love you,” he pulsed and bent at different frequencies, and shot a meter and a half of white ...
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In a short white dress on thin strings, a girl (her name is Apricot Flower, and you thought how?) Opens the door to her house among red roses, pressing a package from the supermarket to her small chest. In the kitchen (in this kitchen, no one has ever brewed even tea, but the astute viewer already knows what the kitchen actually is) Apricot Flower takes out a bunch of ripe bananas from a paper bag. (Bananas are a symbol, a brilliant find of the screenwriter). Close up: drain hole ...
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