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Jorge Luis Borges
who came up with the genre of reviews of unwritten works,
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The next “multi-volume” DD is simultaneously similar and not like its previous creations.
It looks like the fact that he met the heroine on Mamba. The fact that he entered into a long trusting correspondence (transferring it at the request of the girl to Odnoklassniki, as a less compromising resource, and then completely switching to the exchange of letters through e-mail). By gradually finding out everything possible about her past and current ...
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who came up with the genre of reviews of unwritten works,
is dedicated to
The next “multi-volume” DD is simultaneously similar and not like its previous creations.
It looks like the fact that he met the heroine on Mamba. The fact that he entered into a long trusting correspondence (transferring it at the request of the girl to Odnoklassniki, as a less compromising resource, and then completely switching to the exchange of letters through e-mail). By gradually finding out everything possible about her past and current ...
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I went to her room, the door was covered, but the gap made me see everything that was original.
Sister stood with his face, facing the window, sticking out his back and putting his head in the blood, and Maga thrashing the fuck on his foot, back to me ...
She moaned, buried in a pillow. His movements drove her crazy. I stood and did not know how I feel, it was anger, jealousy, it was a revolution inside. At the same time, I was thinking about why, she knows that I will be back soon and why she is still giving in and screaming in our house ...
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Sister stood with his face, facing the window, sticking out his back and putting his head in the blood, and Maga thrashing the fuck on his foot, back to me ...
She moaned, buried in a pillow. His movements drove her crazy. I stood and did not know how I feel, it was anger, jealousy, it was a revolution inside. At the same time, I was thinking about why, she knows that I will be back soon and why she is still giving in and screaming in our house ...
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It is recommended to read with caution and not to pronounce the anthem to Satan out loud.
"The reality, as it seems to me, is much worse than any story about the dead, ghosts and aliens."
George Romero.
- Oh, coming. - Does not go, but writes.
Again for my soul. On the back ran an unpleasant chill. - Beauty-ah. Hey, touchy!
There were three of them. Three young rich idlers, pursuing me the second day. Yesterday, they waved my hands and invited me into the car. They said ...
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"The reality, as it seems to me, is much worse than any story about the dead, ghosts and aliens."
George Romero.
- Oh, coming. - Does not go, but writes.
Again for my soul. On the back ran an unpleasant chill. - Beauty-ah. Hey, touchy!
There were three of them. Three young rich idlers, pursuing me the second day. Yesterday, they waved my hands and invited me into the car. They said ...
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My name is Rustam, I am 23 and I come from the South of Russia, from where, the word honor is not just five letters, the whole science.
I have a sister, she is 18. Her name is Ike, you can meet her in the first part of the story.
I did not know what to do. I was amazed. My world collapsed. A week has already passed, as in my eyes, my sister was deprived of her virginity, as she was fucked by the Magician. She's still a child, but already loved a member. Only a week passed, but Ike began to behave a little differently, she began to behave like a woman with ...
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I have a sister, she is 18. Her name is Ike, you can meet her in the first part of the story.
I did not know what to do. I was amazed. My world collapsed. A week has already passed, as in my eyes, my sister was deprived of her virginity, as she was fucked by the Magician. She's still a child, but already loved a member. Only a week passed, but Ike began to behave a little differently, she began to behave like a woman with ...
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In everything, as is known the measure is important. Therefore, the blouse is dark, dense and under the throat. And heels are not too high, centimeters 10. Cause - yes, but not yet vulgar. But the skirt ... Well, the skirt and the main rate. Black, in the same tone as the shoes. Here it is vulgar one hundred percent, and it should work. I insisted that Lena put it on her. She is a little embarrassed, however, not from natural shyness, by no means. Even when we were dressing, gambling, provoked already going beyond the norm ...
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The southern seaside town woke up in a cry of seagulls and the morning sunlight that warmed its inhabitants.At a table towering over the seaside cafe, a young man was sitting, finishing his coffee. Enjoying the freshness of the morning, he looked at the turquoise waves and the blue cloudless sky. He thought about something far from these beach places.
In the cafe, behind him, the waiter was quietly talking to the hostess, occasionally glancing at the early guest while waiting for a generous tip.
This Russian settled ...
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In the cafe, behind him, the waiter was quietly talking to the hostess, occasionally glancing at the early guest while waiting for a generous tip.
This Russian settled ...
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Rimma Lipenbaum sat on a cock and joyfully moaned. Sekusa in the life of Rimma was not already three years, so she experienced an incredible sensation, air, fantastic, almost cosmic.
Fuck Rimma got in general, by chance and quite unexpectedly. Returning in the first hour of the night to his apartment in Troparievo from a poetic evening (Rimma worked as an accountant in a bank, but spent her free time writing poems and was an active participant in the literary club "White Barsik")
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Fuck Rimma got in general, by chance and quite unexpectedly. Returning in the first hour of the night to his apartment in Troparievo from a poetic evening (Rimma worked as an accountant in a bank, but spent her free time writing poems and was an active participant in the literary club "White Barsik")
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Autumn, wonderful evening - warm and quiet. I sit in the park, detachedly watching the first yellow leaves fall from the branches, spinning and rushing to the ground. With a cheerful laugh, a gaggle of girls ran past my bench. I followed them with sadness. I, too, when it was 16, what was I thinking and dreaming about then? About love, about life full of joyful events, about amazing adventures like in the movies. True, all dreams have so far remained dreams.
In my family all my time was planned ...
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In my family all my time was planned ...
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