Christine Young
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Christine Young
..che fine ha fatto? 
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“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
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mitica la scena threesome in hardcore training 2 in cui si scopazza due nigga mostrando a mio parere un'ottima performance che lascaiva ben sperare; comunque fa parte della scuola canadese del giro bruno b e siti correlati; io ho sempre sperato in una bella gangbang con lei protagonista 
I'm just another bored male, approaching 30, in a dead-end job, who lives for the weekend. Casual sex, watered-down lager, heavily cut drugs. And occasionally kicking fuck out of someone.
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Faceva interracial, mica male. Era francofona, l' inglese lo parlava di malavoglia. Ha ballato una sola estate.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)


