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Makayla 2022-12-19 20:41:15

Lisa Ray - the beauty of beauties, her appearance, figure, and temperament are all "lore" among female stars. She is ten times more qualified than the so-called beauties in Hollywood. She is the best stunner in the world. She is sometimes like Vivien Leigh, sometimes like Elizabeth Taylor, sometimes like Angelina Jolie... In short, the shadows on her are all superb, but she is more charming than those few... See her Only then did I realize what real temptation is, what is real ecstasy, she is so capable of stirring up other people's emotions, from spiritual to physical, from cultural discussion to erotic attraction, from bloody music to sexy touches From the inside to the outside and from the outside to the inside a little bit, the other party completely falls into the abyss of love and can't turn back, and even makes the other party can't stop, as if he has fallen into evil, he doesn't want to and doesn't want to go back, just knowing that it is an abyss. To muster up the courage to cry and make a noise and plunge into it. Sister Yu is too skilled at flirting, with super beauty + all kinds of ambiguous teasing tricks + inspirational language + a seemingly random but well-arranged romantic date that drives one at a time, Sister Yu brings us "love, True feelings, spiritual resonance, beauty, beauty, great wisdom, cleverness, domineering and cute work.... This high-level bewitching is simply not covered!

Lisa Ray My heart loves it! If you can meet a woman like you in life, it will be difficult not to be bent. Who can not be led astray by you? Who can resist? I am so envious of ss! By the way, fortunately, I can't be lucky enough to meet someone who makes her heart beat faster all her life. If I were her, I would still have the courage to come out of the closet. For you, it's worth it!!! It's a
pity that there is no if in this world.

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I Can't Think Straight quotes

  • Tala: [writing a letter to Leyla] Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again. Slowly, droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress. But don't I overflow with thoughts of us, an aching pressure that gives me no respite. Love cannot be contained; the neat packaging of desire splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days, long languishing days that are now bruised, tender with yearning, spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.

  • Tala: Come here. Dance with me.

    Leyla: I can't. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm.