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And then pressed it with one hand and looked in the miror. Wow, my hips are so round and beautiful, I didn't know. She helplessly moved towards the painting and gave it a kiss, And made my painting. He said to himself. She could be thinking while turning from right to left.
Whatever it is, it will appear in front of me. She sat up. She did not sleep for the whole night. Both the paintings were placed in front of her. Perfection is perfection, whoever made these paintings is perfection.