Şunu aradınız:: my big brother (İngilizce - Tagalogca)

my big brother
reminds me of my big bro

big brother
kuya

my big brother is coming
ang kuya ko

my big cock
maliit titi ko

my big pussy
malaki puke ko

sounds like a super idea, big brother.
magandang ideya iyan, kuya.

suck my big big balls
chupapi manyanyo

here is my big scene.
heto ang aking eksena.

the dog bitten my big cock
kinagat ng aso ang titi kong malaki

i’ll show you my big dick
ipapakita ko sa iyo ang aking malaking titi

my big dick like tight pussy
gusto ko ng masikip na puki

summary of the movie my big love
buod ng pelikula aking mahal na mahal

my big mistake was that i was going to yell at my parents and the mistake of the other person
ang aking malaking pagkakamali ay ang mawala ka at

the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. at one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. it depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. winston made for the stairs. it was no use trying the lift. even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. the flat was seven flights up, and winston, who was thirty￾nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. on each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.
the hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. at one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. it depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. winston made for the stairs. it was no use trying the lift. even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. it was part of the economy drive in preparation for hate week. the flat was seven flights up, and winston, who was thirty￾nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. on each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. it was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. big brother is watching you, the caption beneath it ran.