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﮼آنيقهـ👑 :
😭يارب يجي مبروك طلعت اخوك من السجن
2023-08-15 01:14:34
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beatyet :
كيف تخلينه ماهو واضح
2023-08-15 00:19:43
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user7133009306310 :
ممكن تفتحين لحفظ😅
2023-08-14 20:57:29
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مبووووك الف مبرووووك
2023-08-15 00:16:56
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hnan239_ttta
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دايما افراحكم ياروحي❤❤
2023-08-14 18:05:39
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bsh_m
user5896021266450 :
كيف سويتي كذا الضباب
2024-12-06 01:45:53
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user9803314962273 :
الف مبروك
2023-08-15 08:44:45
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اسم الاغنيه بسرعه
2023-08-15 17:03:17
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ammjad305
امجاد الميزاني🐎. :
شسالفة:ببارك معهم😭🤣.
2023-08-17 05:18:32
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الأمل🥀 :
عسى افراحكم دائمه🕊️
2023-08-14 18:30:25
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d811
شـغـف/لـتصميـم الـد؏ــوات⌨️💌 :
ماشاءالله بالمبارك
2023-08-14 22:06:17
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ريال مدريد :
افتحي التنزيل خيتي
2023-08-26 11:46:22
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billa.sweett
billa.sweett :
ححيييياكم تمر محشي لضيافتكم 🙏
2023-09-06 17:47:47
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عاشق البر :
الف مبروك
2023-08-24 21:17:36
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bsh_m
user5896021266450 :
اي نوع اسمع ايش
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قناة اسراري 💘 :
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2023-08-16 13:52:44
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Umm Qais💔 :
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2023-08-15 23:18:10
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قرت عينك
2023-08-15 09:05:31
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زفات حكايتنا زفات 2025 :
تنفيذ الزفات والشيلات بالاسماء بموسيقى او بدون موسيقى حسب الطلب تعديل الأسماء بنفس الصوت اللي تبي اي زفة نسويها لكم من حسابنا او من غير حسابنا
2023-08-16 00:01:00
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ممكن تفتحي الحفض ☺️
2023-08-15 08:44:18
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My cock went hard the moment I saw her, no hesitation, no mercy. She looked just like I remembered. A dark rose, but not the delicate kind, no. The kind that poisons you when you press your mouth to the petals. I closed my eyes. Had to. It wasn’t some dramatic choice, it was instinct. Her scent punched straight through my nose, tore down my throat, carved itself into my lungs. My heart jerked once, twice. Then sank so deep in my chest I swear I felt it scraping bone, like it knew the devil was near and wanted to crawl somewhere she couldn’t fucking touch. We greeted each other like strangers playing house. Smile. Nod. Shake hands. Her skin grazed mine, my dick twitched, confused, needy. Like some poor, dumb animal that doesn’t understand why its owner beats it and kisses it in the same breath. But I knew.  Oh, fuck, I knew. Didn’t need reminders, didn’t want the flashbacks. And yet, my body vibrated like a live wire, skin crawling with the echo of her touch, brain sputtering like an old engine choking on grief.  She talked. I did my best to hear. But the reel played anyway. The weight of her, pressed down on me like punishment, like prayer. The choke of heat wrapped tight around my cock, the ragged scrape of nails leaving trails of ruin across my skin, her body, all curve, all bite, all mine, the taste of her, salt and sin and surrender, the smell of her still clinging to my face like I was marked, the way her throat took me, so fucking deep I had to remind myself: she needs air. She needs air, you sick fuck.  And then, like a slap to the back of the head, reality spat me back out. “You ready to talk about this?” Oh, darling.  The fucking irony. The moment you gutted me, ripped me open with hands that shook from someone else’s damage, left me bleeding out while I held you after, whispering it’s okay, it’s okay. Like a fool, like a man who didn’t know better, like a man who thought love meant staying even when you’re the one getting flayed alive.  I smiled, thin and sharp. “Of course,” I said, voice soft as the grave. “Start wherever you feel most comfortable.” Because some of us were built to be the battlefield. And some of us, some of us were born craving the war. #fuckurfeelins #fuckmylife #menhavefeelingstoo  #menwhowrite #selfreflection #BookTok #maleauthor
My cock went hard the moment I saw her, no hesitation, no mercy. She looked just like I remembered. A dark rose, but not the delicate kind, no. The kind that poisons you when you press your mouth to the petals. I closed my eyes. Had to. It wasn’t some dramatic choice, it was instinct. Her scent punched straight through my nose, tore down my throat, carved itself into my lungs. My heart jerked once, twice. Then sank so deep in my chest I swear I felt it scraping bone, like it knew the devil was near and wanted to crawl somewhere she couldn’t fucking touch. We greeted each other like strangers playing house. Smile. Nod. Shake hands. Her skin grazed mine, my dick twitched, confused, needy. Like some poor, dumb animal that doesn’t understand why its owner beats it and kisses it in the same breath. But I knew. Oh, fuck, I knew. Didn’t need reminders, didn’t want the flashbacks. And yet, my body vibrated like a live wire, skin crawling with the echo of her touch, brain sputtering like an old engine choking on grief. She talked. I did my best to hear. But the reel played anyway. The weight of her, pressed down on me like punishment, like prayer. The choke of heat wrapped tight around my cock, the ragged scrape of nails leaving trails of ruin across my skin, her body, all curve, all bite, all mine, the taste of her, salt and sin and surrender, the smell of her still clinging to my face like I was marked, the way her throat took me, so fucking deep I had to remind myself: she needs air. She needs air, you sick fuck. And then, like a slap to the back of the head, reality spat me back out. “You ready to talk about this?” Oh, darling. The fucking irony. The moment you gutted me, ripped me open with hands that shook from someone else’s damage, left me bleeding out while I held you after, whispering it’s okay, it’s okay. Like a fool, like a man who didn’t know better, like a man who thought love meant staying even when you’re the one getting flayed alive. I smiled, thin and sharp. “Of course,” I said, voice soft as the grave. “Start wherever you feel most comfortable.” Because some of us were built to be the battlefield. And some of us, some of us were born craving the war. #fuckurfeelins #fuckmylife #menhavefeelingstoo #menwhowrite #selfreflection #BookTok #maleauthor

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