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For many days continuously i seeing an Indian woman coming to inside the river for stooling. She had flowery Indian saris. Not too fat, not too thin. Her boobs were covered by by saris and inside cloth. To see that sun and i were competing each other. I was looking at that time. The sun cleverly brought a cloud to that area. Everywhere there was darkness. It was a surprise gift to sleeping moon. Moon's Alexa already had told about the newly entrant beauty to river.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
Moon's Alexa
For many days continuously i seeing an Indian woman coming to inside the river for stooling. She had flowery Indian saris. Not too fat, not too thin. Her boobs were covered by by saris and inside cloth. To see that sun and i were competing each other. I was looking at that time. The sun cleverly brought a cloud to that area. Everywhere there was darkness. It was a surprise gift to sleeping moon. Moon's Alexa already had told about the newly entrant beauty to river.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
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