#19686 - My cries were carried far away with sounds of trumpets and let out to fade over the skies; as they rode the echoes in the wind, spiraling down to faint whispers. I have prayed for that, to forget you, and that I skip onward to the beat my Heart and to the strings of a new song. My prayer is granted…who are you? I now ask since I forgotten, and an answered prayer does not reveal.
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I m concerned was she having a stroke during this
Nao serizawa
I absolutely fucking love this woman
Ender
You re super cute nice to see both of you having pleasure