Mr. President is addicted to me.

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Mr. President is addicted to me.

Mr. President is addicted to me.

Author: awaiting the first flush of snow

Categories: words and feelings

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"Want to know if I am gay, why don't you check the goods tonight?" The night is filled with color, his eyes swirled as he looked at the trembling woman in front of him, and the corners of his mouth raised a touch of charmed smile ...... The first day of the newlywed, he waved in the tender model villa for the night. The second day of the wedding, living in separate rooms, the unique fragrance of the woman on the man's body active nose. The third day of the newlyweds, he bullied his way up, the corner of his mouth raised a smile that was so sinister. "What, pretend to be green to whom to see, there is no less people to be played bad, right ......" "Pervert, you will have retribution!" "Baby, I will wait for you on your knees to beg me ......" His extremely gentle lingering temptation lurks in the deadly poison, yet the secret hidden behind the gentleness is ultimately to let her fall into the abyss of doom and gloom. The child has not yet had time to come out of the world to do the burial, all the plunder accompanied by a woman jumped ashes, the

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