@akonya.rm: Моя ты панда😹❤️ ||#akonyarm #cristianoronaldo #messi #loveyou #моятыпанда

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kqreks
Lix_x :
первые 500 панды 🐼🌸 остальные пр бывший 👎🏻
2025-04-25 19:37:44
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pikmi_joel
Джоелик :
2022 Роналду vs Месси 2025 Роналду x Месси
2025-04-26 04:58:22
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user5453051737281
:::; :
Рональда не пушка Месси альтушка
2025-07-24 19:06:35
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axaxaxa_tbl_lox
⊹ PER$$$ON ⊹ :
Они встречаются?
2025-04-25 18:00:41
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mm.maky1
⃟ :
пара которая не смогла
2025-04-25 14:47:12
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serindor
serindor :
Стаяк. Раналда ❤️
2025-04-25 10:42:34
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seungminmoypapa
Артур Тигранович :
Ранальда. Приедь. Пажлауиста. В. Таджик. 🇺🇿 мэси жина ранальда ❤️👍😹😍
2025-04-25 14:14:28
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obkyrdyadechki
прокуренный дядя :
даже они каноничнее выглядят,чем моя лп и её тюбик
2025-04-26 15:40:05
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robertemma77
Emma..🐻💫 :
are these all pics real
2025-04-26 15:47:14
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user3133920261204
дами :
Это Роналду поет?
2025-07-12 18:45:47
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rose_wtf_01
rose. :
если они расстанутся,я не буду больше верить в любовь.
2025-04-25 16:35:57
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ebgeshaa1
Ауменяочковолосатое :
Я теперь шарю за футбол?
2025-06-06 16:07:54
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tiffyaar
DeRtad. :
все я теперь шарю за футбол?
2025-04-26 16:27:35
174
dzeralisty
dzeralisty :
Всмысде они реально братухи?
2025-04-25 11:45:50
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uccve.ru
тихо :
маленькая 🥀🥀🥀
2025-04-25 20:28:20
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luinor426
louie :
Me and bro:
2025-04-26 11:44:47
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twicesh8
twice.. :
единственный кто видел стаяк раналда
2025-04-26 07:26:50
372
bebesshka1308
<☆Winci☆> :
пара которая не смогла💔😭
2025-04-25 16:46:24
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stayak.ranalda1488
Стаяк Раналда❤ :
я со своей альтушкой🥰🥰
2025-04-25 16:11:14
270
esleti
L :
пока все спорят кто лучше Мессии или Роналдо,они действуют
2025-04-25 11:56:12
249
_.lidokain
𝓛𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓴𝓪🩷 :
у меня сегодня день рождения всем по тортику 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰
2025-04-27 06:00:06
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sarampop1
Sarah :
где цветочек🌸??😂❤️
2025-04-25 10:30:05
133
yahuesos32
Пиздабол :
Лубов морков
2025-04-25 10:15:39
417
t_sherzod0vna
𝓣/𝓙 :
месси пикми
2025-04-26 04:36:38
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foxsys.8
_Foxsys.8_ :
Эти фотки Фотошоп или рил?
2025-04-25 15:14:40
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POV: You didn’t slam doors. You didn’t raise your voice. You just… stopped being there. No more morning kisses. No teasing remarks while brushing your teeth. No sarcastic jabs during dinner that always made him laugh. Just silence. Cold and heavy — and Jay hated it more than any shouting match you could’ve thrown at him. He didn’t know how to handle quiet like this. Not from you. Especially not from you. He thought maybe you just needed space. That maybe if he gave you a night, you’d cool off. You always did before. But this time? It’s day two. Day two of empty gazes, brushed-off touches, and an invisible wall between the two of you that’s growing thicker with each passing hour. And Jay… Jay is unraveling. He can barely focus. His thoughts spiral every time he catches sight of you moving wordlessly around the apartment, keeping busy just to avoid him. And when you shut the fridge door a little too hard that evening, his head snaps up. You didn’t mean to. Your hands are shaking. You haven’t eaten properly. Haven’t slept much either — your head's been too full, your heart too sore. Jay’s leaning in the kitchen doorway, silently watching you like he has a hundred times today — like he’s trying to figure out the right moment to reach out without making it worse. But his restraint is cracking. His jaw’s tight. Hair messy from all the times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. Hoodie half on, slipping off his shoulder. And his eyes… God, his eyes. Dark, pleading, tired. So tired. “You’re still not gonna talk to me?” His voice is soft. Careful. There’s no sharpness. No frustration. Just hurt — the kind that lingers in his throat, raw and aching. You tighten your grip on the counter’s edge. That lump in your throat hasn’t left since yesterday. Since everything blew up. Since the conversation twisted and twisted until neither of you knew what you were even arguing about anymore. Jay steps closer. Quiet. Hesitant. “Baby…” His voice drops lower, rougher, like it physically hurts him to speak. “You can yell at me. Throw something. Scream. I deserve it. But please — don’t punish me with silence.” And that? That breaks you a little. comment sec+++ #pov #enhypen #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #jay #parkjongseong #foryou #fyp
POV: You didn’t slam doors. You didn’t raise your voice. You just… stopped being there. No more morning kisses. No teasing remarks while brushing your teeth. No sarcastic jabs during dinner that always made him laugh. Just silence. Cold and heavy — and Jay hated it more than any shouting match you could’ve thrown at him. He didn’t know how to handle quiet like this. Not from you. Especially not from you. He thought maybe you just needed space. That maybe if he gave you a night, you’d cool off. You always did before. But this time? It’s day two. Day two of empty gazes, brushed-off touches, and an invisible wall between the two of you that’s growing thicker with each passing hour. And Jay… Jay is unraveling. He can barely focus. His thoughts spiral every time he catches sight of you moving wordlessly around the apartment, keeping busy just to avoid him. And when you shut the fridge door a little too hard that evening, his head snaps up. You didn’t mean to. Your hands are shaking. You haven’t eaten properly. Haven’t slept much either — your head's been too full, your heart too sore. Jay’s leaning in the kitchen doorway, silently watching you like he has a hundred times today — like he’s trying to figure out the right moment to reach out without making it worse. But his restraint is cracking. His jaw’s tight. Hair messy from all the times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. Hoodie half on, slipping off his shoulder. And his eyes… God, his eyes. Dark, pleading, tired. So tired. “You’re still not gonna talk to me?” His voice is soft. Careful. There’s no sharpness. No frustration. Just hurt — the kind that lingers in his throat, raw and aching. You tighten your grip on the counter’s edge. That lump in your throat hasn’t left since yesterday. Since everything blew up. Since the conversation twisted and twisted until neither of you knew what you were even arguing about anymore. Jay steps closer. Quiet. Hesitant. “Baby…” His voice drops lower, rougher, like it physically hurts him to speak. “You can yell at me. Throw something. Scream. I deserve it. But please — don’t punish me with silence.” And that? That breaks you a little. comment sec+++ #pov #enhypen #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #jay #parkjongseong #foryou #fyp

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