Feb 12
"Saksıda çiçekler büyüyor güzelliğinden."
Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan
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"Saksıda çiçekler büyüyor güzelliğinden."
Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Anlamadılar anlamıyorlar ve anlamamaya devam edecekler fakat ben artık anlatmayacağım.
Ve güldü gözlerim sayende tüm pisliklere rağmen
Sonra ne mi oldu ? Günler, aylar geçti. Anılar beni, ben günlüğümü yaktım. Saçlarımı kestim. 8 balığım öldü. Yeni yerler gezdim. Düştüm, kalktım yine düştüm. En son kendi haline bıraktım. Tarzımı değiştirdim. Tırnaklarımı uzattım. Gülümsememi soldurdum. Hayatıma farklı insanlar girdi, çıktı ama hiçbiri senin kadar kırmadı kalbimi. Bende kalbimi kuruttum, toz bulutu oldu ve uçtu. En önemlisi ben büyüdüm, harbiden büyüdüm.
yapmamam gereken bir şeyi yapmışımdır;
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Ben; bağırmanla susuturduğun küçük kız
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HEAVINESS in her throat. DRYNESS at her lips. She licked across CHAPPED FLESH and gave a HARD SWALLOW. And then her TREACHEROUS BREATH betrayed her. Daring to SHUDDER ON FREE absent permission as she gazed upon her phone. Black eyes were LOCKED. Somehow only managing to DARKEN with... SOMETHING. (LUST.) Helena had sent a FEW pictures. Each one more NAKED than her last. First her shirt was gone. Baring ROCK HARD NIPPLES -- Pierced right on through. Then she was rolled onto all fours, jeans halfway down her thighs. Piercing GLISTENING with her juices as it peeked out from between DRENCHED FOLDS. And the last was her sister SPREAD EAGLED. Fingers already RUBBING CIRCLES into her clit. And--
--CRASH!!
Hand retreated to her arm. Nails scoring DEEP into her skin. Eyes were now trained on where Delilah had FLUNG her phone across the room. Her CONDEMNABLE phone with those CONDEMNABLE PICTURES. (That she wouln’t DELETE.) It buzzed again and again. AND AGAIN. And Delilah started to SHAKE. She couldn’t look. It wasn’t NATURAL. Scratching picked up. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. If she could to SEVEN, the feeling would go away. That was how this worked -- RIGHT? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Why wasn’t it working it? WHY WASN’T IT WORKING? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. WHY WASN’T IT GOING AWAY? One. Two. Three. Four. Fi--
DELILAH: I thought we’d talked ‘bout this, sissy? DELILAH: About how...
She bit her lip. She didn’t NEED to finish that text. Not that she COULD finish that text. Eyes just glowered at the text screen. Was CRACKING with the sheer FORCE of the throw. But that was HARDLY the most notable OBSERVATION right now. After all, despite Delilah’s texts. Those PITCH DARK EYES just couldn’t stop TRAVELLING NORTH.