FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
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FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
αχ ρε ιταλια !!!!ως πότε θα με κανεις να υποφέρω με την ομορφιά σου!!!!!
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Πανέμορφα...
Αχ, βαχ...
multistrada 1000S DS νεα εκδοση με olhins τωρα τι να τα κανεισ ειναι αλλο θεμα ......παντωσ το θεαμα ειναι απολαυστικο
FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
και η αλλη οψη
FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
Γιατί σε κάτι TDM και λοιπά τι χρησιμεύουν;
Είναι πανέμορφο θέαμα!
Pantws an thw bgaleis thn peritth saboura apo panw ths (fering - asxhmo kwlo- asxhmes eksatmhseis) kai ths baleis ena timonaki Renthal h Magura kai ena kwlaraki styl Cross....ftiaxneis ena mhxanaki MPOMPA!!!
Ama stamatouse na xtypaei kai san mixer tou frape o khnhthras:rotflmao:
"It's been going on for some years now. My hands never seem to leave the keyboard, my eyes never seem to leave the screen. Days and nights go by in a blink of an eye. I work in a constant state of hyperstimulation, a by-product of youth and perfect knowledge, connected to a cyberspace console that projects my conscience into the artificial illusion of the core. Time is fluid around me. I am now part of a bigger whole. I now look but do not see, I now touch but do not feel. Streams of infinite data pass through me as if I were transparent. Its a whole new world in here..."
And then the phone rings. It's a friend, one who hasn't forsaken me yet. I'll be going out tonight.
I can't wait to go back online...
ξερεισ γιατι χτυπαει ετσι;;;,
FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
Na sou pw thn alh8eia...oxi den kserw ti logos 8a mporouse na xtypaei ena moter san katsarola....se fash relanti...
Den kanw plaka...dipla apo 2 multistrades exw stamathsei se fanari h kai ston pirea mpainontas se karabi...kai mou espasan kai ta aytia kai ta @ria
"It's been going on for some years now. My hands never seem to leave the keyboard, my eyes never seem to leave the screen. Days and nights go by in a blink of an eye. I work in a constant state of hyperstimulation, a by-product of youth and perfect knowledge, connected to a cyberspace console that projects my conscience into the artificial illusion of the core. Time is fluid around me. I am now part of a bigger whole. I now look but do not see, I now touch but do not feel. Streams of infinite data pass through me as if I were transparent. Its a whole new world in here..."
And then the phone rings. It's a friend, one who hasn't forsaken me yet. I'll be going out tonight.
I can't wait to go back online...
χτυπαει ετσι γιατι ειναι ξεροκαμπανο το μοτερ και προφανωσ ειχαν ανοιχτο και το καπακι....και ακουγοταν περισσοτερο
FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
kai meta lene ta KTM mas partalia:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
tespa...dw8hke toulaxiston logikh ekshghsh
"It's been going on for some years now. My hands never seem to leave the keyboard, my eyes never seem to leave the screen. Days and nights go by in a blink of an eye. I work in a constant state of hyperstimulation, a by-product of youth and perfect knowledge, connected to a cyberspace console that projects my conscience into the artificial illusion of the core. Time is fluid around me. I am now part of a bigger whole. I now look but do not see, I now touch but do not feel. Streams of infinite data pass through me as if I were transparent. Its a whole new world in here..."
And then the phone rings. It's a friend, one who hasn't forsaken me yet. I'll be going out tonight.
I can't wait to go back online...
και εγω multi εχω αλλα ο θορυβοσ δε με ενοχλει οσο και το τι νομιζει ο καθενασ ....αρκει που μου αρεσει εμενα και μονο
FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT (OF THE) KING.
kala mh strabwneis kiolas...asteia sta lew....
safws kai einai gousta ayta....
"It's been going on for some years now. My hands never seem to leave the keyboard, my eyes never seem to leave the screen. Days and nights go by in a blink of an eye. I work in a constant state of hyperstimulation, a by-product of youth and perfect knowledge, connected to a cyberspace console that projects my conscience into the artificial illusion of the core. Time is fluid around me. I am now part of a bigger whole. I now look but do not see, I now touch but do not feel. Streams of infinite data pass through me as if I were transparent. Its a whole new world in here..."
And then the phone rings. It's a friend, one who hasn't forsaken me yet. I'll be going out tonight.
I can't wait to go back online...
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