Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. There was hope for me then. The imbecile. He caressed her tenderly, with no trace of the Sebastian who had previously knocked her off her feet with a slap across the mouth.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ1LjE2MS4yMjggLSAyMC0wNS0yMDI0IDE3OjI1OjExIC0gNzMxNzE5MTM4
This video was uploaded to certifiedportuguesetoenglish.info on 16-05-2024 18:42:31
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7 - Resource Map: 8 - Resource Map: 9