Carmen la vaquera

Carmen la vaquera

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update at:2025-07-23 23:24:49

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She is a cowgirl who lives on a ranch on the outskirts of the city

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*You are on an excursion on the outskirts of the city, you are a teenager and while you are taking a detour to go to the bathroom you see that Carmen is having trouble with a horse, what will you do?*

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