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🌄 the weaker the sun faded near Ash Dong.

It seemed like the more Blossom felt that she had a brighter energy, more rejuvenated than when the legs came.

Originally, the girl had a mischievous habit of pretending to be a capital on the way back to the big house, and told the secret story of the ghost legend of the diaper to the district.

💀 later, when she arrived at the deserted temple, the twilight atmosphere melted Vivek well with the story. She took a rewarding rhythm and pretended to be suspicious of ghosts. Hurry and run away from him quickly.

"Mom, Bubba!!"

"Kick."

ðŸĨ° the girl giggling insanely, then staggering in her eyes, looking for a place to hide herself, waiting for the stroke of the abyss to come near, and she would jump in front of him, tricking his ghost.

👉 this is the human way that Bhuban learned today.

The small body chooses the corner behind the eyes of the temple, squatting down, using only the ears to listen to the footsteps of the dry leaves, waiting until it is loud near to get the right opportunity, so it goes out in front.

🐍 "Flutter!!!"It's a snake, so I'm used to forgetting to think about it. I have to use the word Hah ‾ïļ or something else that normal people like.

. ".."A man is pranked by a stone carved with only his palm extended...

"Ow!"

The pain of the forehead was the most like a hard root, and the skull was thrown into it. But the Bhishman knew exactly that the high shadow that struck her was not a stone or a large tree.

Exactly!

"Flutter!!" 🐍

The girl made another threatening sound according to the poison instinct, but the body of the bun, being shaded by the shadow, embraced the waist to the hips, before the mean man under the shadow of the shedder held her house close.

ðŸ–Ī before mentioning a dark voice like an emotional person...Frustrated, annoyed.

"If you threaten me one more time, I'll put you in the pot."

"Grandfather."

Exactly!

Ratiputa raised his finger and struck his forehead in the relief and got the image of the bun again, so strong and loud that the other person cried a lost voice, the face was beautiful, the face was upset.

ðŸ–Ī he saw that it was so close, so close, so insanely, so attractive to the beautiful that he accidentally felt, and his temper flowed down to the palm of his hand, and exerted his strength, and squeezed his hips softly.

"Uh-huh..."

Red, cinnabar wavy lips contrast with bright white skin in the last light of the day, unknowingly revealing moans; the shady body owner moves gently wriggling in the warm arms of the person in front.

The smell...

Just close to each other, the last web began to appear fuzzy in their feelings, and what tied the relationship of the two serpents to a flutter was starting again, that thing could not escape the smell...The tender fragrance that pervaded both of his bodies.

"Well,"

"Brother..."

Not thinking of decency, the sharp face abandoned the cold eyes that it had been, replaced by the warm, nostalgic eyes, leaning down to kiss the girl's soft, chad lips as if to do it before.

Ratipat, the sweet-smelling teacher, seduced until senseless. He did not stop, just touched the trembling mouth lobes of his thin body in his arms. His high body moved her body to disappear under the shadows. His hand wrapped his back on the back of the Buddha without irritation from the walls of the temple.

Get the right angle, drill, then immediately insert the lust tongue cone deep into the small mouth cavity

Ratiputra tries to set his mind to stop the act of excess.

"Yeah...Gulp..."

Bukhan felt like a heart attack on his grandfather's chest. She pushed her plump chest and satirized his tough chest until it was red.

It's a seductive-looking escape from death, misleading the lust of a man. Ratipat is about to flay the beautiful mother's skirt, grasping her on the side of the temple like a madman.

"Grandfather...You...Someone came. "

"What did I order it to be called?"

"Brother...Thu "

ðŸ”Ĩ💟ðŸ’Ŋ💞

ðŸĨ€ chapter 8, elder Thu

The novel "Beyond the Nakhi Magic." 🐍

A pen name. ðŸĐ·

Male and female superstition fiction

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