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☆STRONGERBCN☆ :

Como que 60 😳

2026-06-17 17:18:26

818

🌻🐶🎶🐾 :

YOOOO lo quiero mostrar pero la panza no me deja. 😔

2026-06-17 00:07:15

663

Clemeluz :

Wowwwwwwww😍😍😍

2026-06-18 21:49:12

2

Vivi rr :

Regia ! mejor que muchas de 20 te felicito!👍🏻

2026-06-16 18:15:23

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Lola Cat :

Por muy bien que se llegue a esa edad, hay ropa que ya no queda bien…

2026-06-17 11:43:12

62

Patyta :

Yo lo quiero mostrar pero no me lo encuentro! jajaja🤣🤣

2026-06-17 12:54:47

242

michi :

osea ella de 60? entonces yo estoy de 200 años😅

2026-06-18 21:58:08

19

Alejandra Andrea Var :

Presumete... Todo oo lo que quieras porque estas regia!!! ... Ya quisieran algunas jajajajajajja

2026-06-16 20:55:39

184

sandrabetancur89 :

60 nooo puede ser

2026-06-17 01:32:15

81

Berny 🌹🌹🌹 :

regia,muchas quisiéramos llegar Haci alos 60 ..regia regia 🥰

2026-06-16 14:58:46

402

Andru :

Ni jamás nunca jamás jajaj 60 meses

2026-06-18 22:17:24

6

mariajose martinez :

no me creo que tenga 60 años😳

2026-06-17 11:49:02

7

silvia1010 :

imponente, felicitaciones, no solo el ombligo, piernas, Brazos, cara ,pelo todo genial

2026-06-17 07:51:56

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marina :

woooow 🥰

2026-06-19 01:55:05

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VilmaAghemio :

La que puede, puede. Regiaaa

2026-06-16 19:39:17

45

gatoenparacaidas :

danos el secreto para llegar asi de regiaaa que ejemplo !!

2026-06-18 04:57:10

7

Ruta5sur2024 :

es muy regia, todas podríamos, pero la fuerza de voluntad, la constancia, uf..está escasa

2026-06-17 00:27:34

12

carolaaa1969 :

envidia pero sana

2026-06-16 17:41:59

1

User :

Enserio tiene 60?

2026-06-17 03:59:59

5

Sariuska79 :

Es verdad???? parece en los 20, 30 como mucho 🥰

2026-06-17 06:33:00

8

patytascon :

Yo tengo 51 y me encanta mostrar mi ombligo. Mientras no tenga barriga lo seguiré mostrando.

2026-06-17 04:12:21

147

Isabel Yepes :

si en el higo tiene 60

2026-06-18 19:17:42

8

Oneitza :

Bella señora, pongase la ropa que le de la gana. Ser feliz es parte de no hacerle caso a nadie

2026-06-18 21:17:45

5

Dra.GianinaGuerrero :

60 que????perfumes,zapatillas,jeans,porque años ni pensarlo!!!!!!!😳🥰💖

2026-06-17 12:58:16

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Inmai :

De 60 na de na!

2026-06-17 04:30:38

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pov: you’d worked under sunghoon for almost a year, and by now you knew every version of him. the polished, intimidating boss everyone in the company respected. he rarely smiled in meetings and his voice could silence an entire room with one raised brow. but then there was the version only you knew. the one who brushed your hair behind your ear when no one was looking and the one who kissed you softly in the dim of his office when the hallways were finally empty. sunghoon was your boss. and he was also your secret boyfriend. it was strange, sometimes—balancing professionalism with the way your heart reacted to him. but somehow, the two of you made it work. quiet glances across the room, late-night whispers after everyone left, smiles hidden behind paperwork. it felt almost normal. until the day it didn’t. the argument didn’t come from anything big. it never does. it started with a tiny thing—something you wouldn’t even remember had it not hurt the way it did. another department manager had come to your desk. he stood too close. laughed a little too loudly. complimented your work in a way that made your skin prickle—not because of him, but because you felt the stare burning from the glass walls of sunghoon's office. you didn’t think much of it, but sunghoon did. that evening, when everyone else had gone home, you stepped into his office like always—soft knock, familiar warmth in your chest. but sunghoon didn’t greet you with a smile. he was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, jaw tight. it was a look you’d seen in meetings, but never directed at you. “did you have a good time?” he asked, voice low. you blinked. “what?” “with him.” he didn’t say a name—he didn’t have to. “seemed like he amused you.” you frowned. “sunghoon, he was just asking about a report.” “right,” he said, though his tone suggested he didn’t believe a single word. “asking about the report. leaning over your desk. laughing like he knew you.” you stared at him, stunned. “are you… jealous?” “shouldn’t i be?” he shot back, sharper than he intended. “you were smiling at him.” your breath caught. “i smile at a lot of people.” “not like that.” the room went quiet—heavy, suffocating. “you’re being unfair,” you said, hurt rising in your chest. “i didn’t do anything wrong.” sunghoon let out a humorless laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “you didn’t have to do anything. watching him act like he had the right to stand that close to you was enough.” the words stung—not because he was jealous, but because he was accusing you of something that didn’t exist. “you think i’d entertain him?” you whispered. “seriously?” sunghoon froze, expression faltering. you took a shaky breath. “i chose you. i’m with you. i hide this relationship every day—for you. for us. because you said it was safer this way.” his eyes softened, but you weren’t finished. “i can’t control how people talk to me at work. but i can control who i go home to. who i love.” your voice trembled. “and i chose you. isn’t that enough?” sunghoon's entire posture deflated—shoulders dropping, anger dissolving into something vulnerable. “i know,” he murmured. “i know you did. and i’m sorry.” he stepped closer, slower than usual, like he was scared you’d pull away. “i just…” he swallowed. “it scared me. seeing someone else look at you like that. like he had a chance.” his voice cracked. “and the worst part is—he could. anyone could. you’re… you.” you softened, just a little. “i don’t want him.” sunghoon closed his eyes, breathing out shakily. “i know. i do. i was just stupid.” “jealous,” you corrected quietly. his lips twitched. “yeah. ridiculously jealous.” you hesitated, then reached out—fingers brushing lightly against his wrist. he caught your hand instantly, holding it like he was afraid you’d disappear. “talk to me next time,” you said softly. “not like this. not with accusations.” he nodded, eyes shining with regret. “i will. i’m sorry. i never want to hurt you.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonpov #fyp

pov: you’d worked under sunghoon for almost a year, and by now you knew every version of him. the polished, intimidating boss everyone in the company respected. he rarely smiled in meetings and his voice could silence an entire room with one raised brow. but then there was the version only you knew. the one who brushed your hair behind your ear when no one was looking and the one who kissed you softly in the dim of his office when the hallways were finally empty. sunghoon was your boss. and he was also your secret boyfriend. it was strange, sometimes—balancing professionalism with the way your heart reacted to him. but somehow, the two of you made it work. quiet glances across the room, late-night whispers after everyone left, smiles hidden behind paperwork. it felt almost normal. until the day it didn’t. the argument didn’t come from anything big. it never does. it started with a tiny thing—something you wouldn’t even remember had it not hurt the way it did. another department manager had come to your desk. he stood too close. laughed a little too loudly. complimented your work in a way that made your skin prickle—not because of him, but because you felt the stare burning from the glass walls of sunghoon's office. you didn’t think much of it, but sunghoon did. that evening, when everyone else had gone home, you stepped into his office like always—soft knock, familiar warmth in your chest. but sunghoon didn’t greet you with a smile. he was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, jaw tight. it was a look you’d seen in meetings, but never directed at you. “did you have a good time?” he asked, voice low. you blinked. “what?” “with him.” he didn’t say a name—he didn’t have to. “seemed like he amused you.” you frowned. “sunghoon, he was just asking about a report.” “right,” he said, though his tone suggested he didn’t believe a single word. “asking about the report. leaning over your desk. laughing like he knew you.” you stared at him, stunned. “are you… jealous?” “shouldn’t i be?” he shot back, sharper than he intended. “you were smiling at him.” your breath caught. “i smile at a lot of people.” “not like that.” the room went quiet—heavy, suffocating. “you’re being unfair,” you said, hurt rising in your chest. “i didn’t do anything wrong.” sunghoon let out a humorless laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “you didn’t have to do anything. watching him act like he had the right to stand that close to you was enough.” the words stung—not because he was jealous, but because he was accusing you of something that didn’t exist. “you think i’d entertain him?” you whispered. “seriously?” sunghoon froze, expression faltering. you took a shaky breath. “i chose you. i’m with you. i hide this relationship every day—for you. for us. because you said it was safer this way.” his eyes softened, but you weren’t finished. “i can’t control how people talk to me at work. but i can control who i go home to. who i love.” your voice trembled. “and i chose you. isn’t that enough?” sunghoon's entire posture deflated—shoulders dropping, anger dissolving into something vulnerable. “i know,” he murmured. “i know you did. and i’m sorry.” he stepped closer, slower than usual, like he was scared you’d pull away. “i just…” he swallowed. “it scared me. seeing someone else look at you like that. like he had a chance.” his voice cracked. “and the worst part is—he could. anyone could. you’re… you.” you softened, just a little. “i don’t want him.” sunghoon closed his eyes, breathing out shakily. “i know. i do. i was just stupid.” “jealous,” you corrected quietly. his lips twitched. “yeah. ridiculously jealous.” you hesitated, then reached out—fingers brushing lightly against his wrist. he caught your hand instantly, holding it like he was afraid you’d disappear. “talk to me next time,” you said softly. “not like this. not with accusations.” he nodded, eyes shining with regret. “i will. i’m sorry. i never want to hurt you.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #sunghoon #sunghoonpov #fyp

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