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<title><p>Arvadimi sikdi dostum</p>
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<section><p>Adim Feriddir.Arvadim Sevinc 31 yasi var cox qesheng gotu var. Hemise istemisemki kimse siksin memde baxim.Dostum Samir var siki cox yeke dayidi 52 var. Menide caldirib. Bir gun bize cagirdim arvadimi gorsun deye. Arvadimi gordu xosu geldi cox qeseng dali var. Samire dedim istiuirsen sik. Dediki yaxsi ama sen de bax bize . Sevinc mersi geyinmisdi mende oturdum stulda bunlara baxmaqa. Sevicle opussuler sikim dururdu. Yanimda arvadimi sikdi memde onlara baxirdim. Cox qeseng sikirdi super idi</p>
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