We made the particular ashtray sissy of the yummy

What am I doing?

Oh, really, huh?

Oh, fuck!

Oh, really, huh?

Oh, really, huh?

Oh, really, huh?

Oh, really, huh?

Oh, really, huh?

Oh, really, huh?

Oh, really, huh?

A glass of drink She's supposed to do everything, including serve us and be quiet.

No sugar, no sugar, no sugar, no sugar - That's all it's good for.

Sit on my face, catch, suck on clothes She'll do

She's very good. If there's one thing she does that's very good, it's a suit.

You don't even have to offer, she offers

It could be plastic, it could be real, it could be fake, it could be any business.

He's the lazy one, he can't see a stick

God, you poor thing.

Do you smoke?

Now smoke. - Now you're gonna smoke

Open your mouth.

How delightful. - Look, he eats the milk, yeah.

She's lucky, which is my cindra, which is a bran muffin. - Mine, mine

God, what a pain. - Thank you, ma'am.

Is it good?

Oh, my God, ma'am, you made an organ.

That's what the slave should eat, you know?

You don't deserve anything more than that, it's just less

What about you?

You know it's good, it's organic garbage, people use it and don't pile up trash.

That's a nice thing to say, isn't it?

It's because in the city now it's forbidden to play butuca on the floor

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