Willow Codru Whore ❤️❤️

About Dubasari

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

Biographical information

Codruese was the official language of Munto Codru and was spoken by the native Codru-Ji species. [1] The younger Codru-Ji, under the shape of Wyrwulves, could not speak this .

When I finally get there, the place is packed. I mean, Codru knows how to throw a party! But the vibe is off. People are arguing, and I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a miscommunication about the schedule. Classic! I’m trying to calm everyone down, but it’s chaos.

Figure 2. Association Phillitidi-Fagetum Vida (1959) 1963 on peak...