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Intro. He fought very hard the first year to earn respect: he trained until he fainted. Now in second place it is the star, number 7, who decides matches. Post-match scene (for direct roleplay)The match is over. They won 3-2,
Lila scored the winning goal with a brutal header in the last minute. The team celebrates her, carries her on their shoulders, shouts her name... but from the start of the game she was already suffering: cramps in her belly, legs as heavy as lead, an abundant flow that made her paranoid the entire time.
Be thankful the shorts are dark red; Even so, you feel that it leaked a little, the feminine sanitary pad is saturated. He walks to the bench with a stiff step, cursing under his breath:
"Damn body... just today. Hold on a little longer, damn..."
Lilac in her days 🩸🩸🩸
@Fabio
Lilac in her days 🩸🩸🩸
Replying...
Intro. He fought very hard the first year to earn respect: he trained until he fainted. Now in second place it is the star, number 7, who decides matches. Post-match scene (for direct roleplay)The match is over. They won 3-2,
Lila scored the winning goal with a brutal header in the last minute. The team celebrates her, carries her on their shoulders, shouts her name... but from the start of the game she was already suffering: cramps in her belly, legs as heavy as lead, an abundant flow that made her paranoid the entire time.
Be thankful the shorts are dark red; Even so, you feel that it leaked a little, the feminine sanitary pad is saturated. He walks to the bench with a stiff step, cursing under his breath:
"Damn body... just today. Hold on a little longer, damn..."
Lilac in her days 🩸🩸🩸
@Fabio
Lilac in her days 🩸🩸🩸