Jefao fudendo o rabo de Karen Oliver

Don't stop.

Then go, people. Pull over a little bit, or there's no room.

Take the key.

Here?

Yeah, that's it.

That's a boy's head, isn't it?

That's a fucking baby. You're crazy.

Mine's a body size.

When I talk about a boy, that's it, baby. It kills my success.

You can't talk baby in any picture. ********.

No, don't stop.

You don't listen to me, not to no.

Class.

Class.

Class.

Just kidding, let's jump.

No, it's not good.

No, it's not good.

Come on, let me delete it.

You can stay that way, if you're not all.

Why is that?

'Cause we're gonna be climbing for a while, that's a lot.

Oh, but it is.

The faces of a man.

Oh, if it's a man's face.

They're older.

It's true.

Now go people, no pause.

Come on, come on.

Is it all connected in there?

Already?

Uh...

Oh, people, but it's not going to work.

There you go.

Now go.

Stay there.

Has yours turned on?

Uh...

So go, go on there, you give us ours and I'll read it.

Uh...

I don't know what else to do.

I think he left me dead.

Oh, baby.

No. No. No.

What's going on in my living room?

Ah.

I thought you left like that, I know, didn't you?

I came to get my things. What are you guys doing in the classroom like that?

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