Je was op zoek naar: i want to put my tongue deep in your anus (Engels - Tagalog)

i want to put my dick in you so bad
ang isang marumi kalapating mababa ang lipad

i want to put my cock inside your pussy
pussy dick

i want to cum in your pussy
gusto ko mag cum sa puke mo

i want to put it
lagyan ko ng alcohol

i want to put a tattoo on my hand
magpapatatoo

i want to see you cute in your cute dress
gusto kong maligo kasama ka

i want to put you first
bkt

i want to be with you in your pain and suffering
kahit di ako basta mapunta ka sa tamang tao

i want to ejaculate in your vagina, open it my love
makikipagtalik ako sa iyo sa aking love desk

i got the money i want to invest in your country
pumunta ka sa pera na nais mong mamuhunan sa

i want to put a tattoo on the hand
sabay tayo magpalagay

okay i will call you but let’s talk now first. i want to put my rock in your butt and your rock in my mouth ������ can i see your butt open? to tagalog
“okay tatawag ako sa iyo pero mag - uusap muna tayo ngayon.” i want to put my rock in your butt and your rock in my mouth ������ can i see your butt open? to tagalog

y i feel good are and i feemet the right person and i know the success of this offer will depend on our mutual trust. i will come to you and i want to invest in your country and start a new life there
ok dear i want to talk about something very important to you and i need your help okay i feel good about who you are and i feel i've met the right person and i know the success of this offer will depend on our mutual trust. i will come to you and i want to invest in your country and start a new life there

to be able to acquire my entry position in your reputable company that would best fit my qualifications to improve my skills in the chosen field that i want to pursue.
upang makakuha ng posisyon ng aking entry sa iyong kagalang-galang na kumpanya na pinakamahusay na magkasya sa aking mga kwalipikasyon upang mapabuti ang aking mga kasanayan sa napiling larangan na gusto kong ituloy.

i am very impressed with your type of person and i fell that i have found the right person which i know that the success of this agreement will depend on our total mutual trust. please i want you to read very carefully so that you understand me very well how i got the money .that i want to invest in your country or in any other that you suggest to me
i am very impressed with your type of person and i fell that i have found the right person which i know that the success of this agreement will depend on our total mutual trust. please i want you to read very carefully so that you understand me very well how i obtained the money .that i want to invest in your country or in any other that you suggest to me

i want to sincerely apologize for my actions that may have caused you hurt. i deeply regret my words and behavior, and i take full responsibility for the pain i have caused. please know that it was never my intention to hurt you, and i am truly sorry for any distress i have caused. i value our relationship and your feelings, and i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. i waill strive to do better and learn from my mistake. i am truly sorry
i want to sincerely apologize for my actions that may have caused you hurt. i deeply regret my my words and behavior, and i take full responsibility for the pain i have caused. please know that it was never my intention to hurt you, and i am truly sorry for any distress i have caused. i value our relationship and your feelings, and i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. i waill strive to do better and learn from my mistake. i am truly sorry

a low art [excerpt from the penelopiad] by margaret atwood (canada) now that i’m dead i know everything. this is what i wished would happen, but like so many of my wishes it failed to come true. i know only a few factoids that i didn’t know before. death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say. since being dead — since achieving this state of bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness —i’ve learned some things i would rather not know, as one does when listening at windows or opening ot her people’s letters. you think you’d like to read minds? think again. down here everyone arrives with a sack, like the sacks used to keep the winds in, but each of these sacks is full of words —words you’ve spoken, words you’ve heard, wo rds that have been said about you. some sacks are very small, others large; my own is of a reasonable size, though a lot of the words in it concern my eminent husband. what a fool he made of me, some say. it was a specialty of his: making fools. he got away with everything, which was another of his specialties: getting away. he was always so plausible. many people have believed that his version of events was the true one, give or take a few murders, a few beautiful seductresses, a few one-eyed monsters. even i believed him, from time to time. i knew he was tricky and a liar, i just didn’t think he would play his tricks and try out his lies on me. hadn’t i been faithful? hadn’t i waited, and waited, and waited, despite the temptation — almost the compulsion — to do otherwise? and what did i amount to, once the official version gained ground? an edifying legend. a stick used to beat other women with. why couldn’t they be as considerate, as trustworthy, as all-suffering as i had been? that was the line they took, the singers, the yarn- spinners. don’t follow my example, i want to scream in your ears — yes, yours! but when i try to scream, i sound like an owl. of course i had inklings, about his slipperiness, his wiliness, his foxiness, his — how can i put this? — his unscrupulousness, but i turned a blind eye. i kept my mouth shut; or if i opened it, i sang his praises. i didn’t contradict, i didn’t ask awkward questions, i didn’t dig deep. i wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages. but after the main events were over and things had become less legendary, i realised how many people were laughing at me behind my back — how they were jeering, making jokes about me, jokes both clean and dirty; how they were turning me into a story, or into several stories, though not the kind of stories i’d prefer to hear about m yself. what can a woman do when scandalous gossip travels the world? if she defends herself she sounds guilty. so i waited some more. now that all the others have run out of air, it’s my t urn to do a little storymaking. i owe it to myself. i’ve had to work myself up to it: it’s a low art, tale-telling. old women go in for it, strolling beggars, blind singers, maidservants, children — folks with time on their hands. once, people would have laughed if i’d tried to play th e minstrel —there’s nothing more preposterous than an aristocrat fumbling around with the arts — but who cares about public opinion now? the opinion of the people down here: the opinions of shadows, of echoes. so i’ll spin a thread of my own.
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