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to me? I won't take her out anymore! There are no forty-year-old female escorts. When a man brings her to Dubai, and she takes him sun loungers in the morning. And then it seems strange to me to do only one breast at forty. All the same, the rest of the body is still getting worse, everything is getting old there. And in the end, the chest against the background of all this will look like Moscow City.

- Excellent ... Full time ... Let's start! Quarrel!

- Lord, why not all men go crazy with love! And not everyone is ready to exchange honor, relatives, even lay the skin just for the opportunity to be with their beloved. To be with the one who left you, and at the same time want her in such a way that passion overshadows the whole world! ..

“You, too, have the scars of your battles,” he said quietly. - And I have mine. It is necessary, even though it hurts.

And know that now there is nothing to be afraid of.

Bormental: - The third day.

"Only gray-haired," he said.
"Yes, the orders are full of breasts," Trofimov said.
"You've had enough too," Barabbas reminded embarrassedly.
- Half of it, - Alexey Ivanovich said very seriously, smiling at his wife.

My heart died from the fact that you are not.

- Yes, because these fools with breast prostheses, they are all squeezed. Do you think a normal person will voluntarily cram polymer jellyfish into himself? How do they live with these crazy people?

Does my chest?
Am I my stomach?
My hips?
The body I was born with
Is it not what you wanted?
If I wear what is comfortable
I am not a woman
If I shed the layers
I'm a slut.

Мои плечи раздражают вас?
Моя грудь?
Или мой живот?
Мои бёдра?
Разве то тело, с которым я родилась, -
Это не то, чего вы хотели?
Если я ношу то, в чём мне комфортно, -
Я не женщина.
Если я сбрасываю с себя одежду, -
Я шл*ха.

The beauty that Cherullo had in his head since childhood did not find an application and moved to the face, chest, thighs and ass - to places where it passes quickly. She just was - and now she is gone.

There is something to pay but I do not want to win at any cost, I do not want to put my foot on my chest, I would like to stay with you just to stay with you but the high star in the sky calls me on the way.

Dawn lazily burns out
There is a scarlet stripe in the sky;
The village silently falls asleep
In the glow of the night is blue.
With joy greedy breast inhales
Cool jets,
And again the heart boils
The desire for happiness and love...

When Your Soul Is Tormented by Suffering
And the chest is full of longing, mad longing, -
Bow then before those with a fervent hope,
Who - meekness and love, oblivion and peace.
Look at the doubts that have arisen in your mind,
Pray to him like a slave, with a mute submissiveness -
And he will give you tears of conciliation,
And the strength to fight against a ruthless fate.