tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233723300589476643.post5055409364189109972..comments2023-10-02T10:12:50.845+02:00Comments on Stopy zastygłe w biegu: Prawdziwe ucieczki zaczynamy nocąMirabelkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16899028945283067710noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233723300589476643.post-76040183052228702132012-12-18T23:48:59.049+01:002012-12-18T23:48:59.049+01:00ciiiciiiMirabelkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16899028945283067710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233723300589476643.post-55653079809485801752012-12-18T20:32:44.898+01:002012-12-18T20:32:44.898+01:00Ciiii...nie trzeba słów....Jola W.Ciiii...nie trzeba słów....Jola W.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233723300589476643.post-1213608196673242152012-12-18T09:36:03.928+01:002012-12-18T09:36:03.928+01:00na bosaka? a pedikiur był? ;)na bosaka? a pedikiur był? ;)Mirabelkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16899028945283067710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233723300589476643.post-39687795655547935682012-12-18T08:47:58.629+01:002012-12-18T08:47:58.629+01:00Poetycko, zmysłowo, intymnie... Zamykam bezszelest...Poetycko, zmysłowo, intymnie... Zamykam bezszelestnie drzwi i odchodzę na paluszkach.Thujahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07704856084499336348noreply@blogger.com