Вот купила новое постельное белье- красивое, правда? Мои все в шоке.
А вам понравилось, коллеги? ???
А вам понравилось, коллеги? ???
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Бомба
Где тут прачечная?

Ночью все белье серое .
Мастурбация во время менструации?
😳🧐🤯😖да .. УжОс
Что то вы все о постели?
По з. Фрейду ?
Красивое! Эффектно и празднично смотрится ! 🔥👍
Хэлуин на подходе )))
Супер.
Отлично. Посоветуйте, где купить
Просто шик.👍
А нет картинок с расчленёнкой?
А нет картинок с расчленёнкой?
Блин. Ну вы даете. Это же подсолнухи , Ван Гог.
Очень👏
И кровать -то у вас ,коллега,как для царствующих особ)))
И кровать -то у вас ,коллега,как для царствующих особ)))
Красивое!
А принт уже был, или вы сами сделали?
На будущее: пулевые ранения дают однотипный рисунок, другое дело топор👍
На будущее: пулевые ранения дают однотипный рисунок, другое дело топор👍
Михаил Первенцев топор- это всегда модно.
German Pollet и в тоже время классика, вспомнить хотя-бы Раскольникова..
Они тоже розочки на текстиле не любят? Терпеть не могу цветочный принт -- пошло же. Отвратительно. Кровавые пятна выглядят гораздо приличнее.
Бабочки и кровавые розы более галлюциногеннее,чем желтые мимозы ! 🤣
Девственницы
Ага, сподобалось. Херня якась. Не лячно самій там лягти ?
Споем, друзья...
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose 'tween her teeth
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
My name was Elisa Day
For my name was Elisa Day..
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose 'tween her teeth
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
My name was Elisa Day
For my name was Elisa Day..
плаха для куриц видимо, порубили их не мало по всему видать 🤔
Возбуждает
Невинности лишали долго... и прочувственно.
Сам сделаю...зачем покупать
Гарем девственниц
Намек, что вместе вы не спите?
Генри Пушель , уже да! Заметно же!))))
К кому-то ночью Фредди Крюгер приходил...

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