I slowly opened my pants

Kathmandu was nidramai. Suddenly I suppr@essed the move, cry a lot. But, my mouth was trapped. I slowly opened my pants I was looking for but could not quite get up and shout. I hugged him. The pain was so indifferent that it was hard to breathe free. My pu!ssy felt torn
It was. There was blo@od. It was the beginning, but I am wrong, that my Baule delivers