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He looked at his hard, glossy from saliva member, then disappearing, then reappearing outside. I admired these pink lips, tightly wrapping him and deftly slippery along its entire length. I looked into those big smiling eyes the color of the deep sea. He stroked her cheek and long fiery red hair as a sign of gratitude, and she closed her eyes in response and accelerated her movements, bringing him closer to the apotheosis of this whole action.
And here he is, the long-awaited and bright orgasm that covered ...
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The woman was on top, her whole body glistened with sweat, and between her wide-open legs she was wielding a strong male member, hammering both her holes in turn.
Silesia, that was the name of the woman, screamed loudly, emotionally, as she started her partner: - Yes, yes, baby, deeper! Yes, yes, yes, fuck your big ass bitch as you should! Cum in me! Yes so! Oooh! Finish, yes, yes, finish! ...
The camera made a zoom and showed close up a thick white liquid flowing from the black Negro crotch ...
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Silesia, that was the name of the woman, screamed loudly, emotionally, as she started her partner: - Yes, yes, baby, deeper! Yes, yes, yes, fuck your big ass bitch as you should! Cum in me! Yes so! Oooh! Finish, yes, yes, finish! ...
The camera made a zoom and showed close up a thick white liquid flowing from the black Negro crotch ...
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Caution! In the story there are scenes of guro and ordinary death. Do not read this, if you do not like this genre. All heroes of the story is 18 years old.
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Marisha’s mood was upbeat. Every Tuesday after the sixth lesson, her class gathered in the history room to listen to the next lesson. It would seem, what is there to rejoice - boring for 45 minutes, nothing good. But today, according to rumors, something really interesting was going to happen in the class hour. The girl's heart beat wildly ...
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Marisha’s mood was upbeat. Every Tuesday after the sixth lesson, her class gathered in the history room to listen to the next lesson. It would seem, what is there to rejoice - boring for 45 minutes, nothing good. But today, according to rumors, something really interesting was going to happen in the class hour. The girl's heart beat wildly ...
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A series of stories with fictional characters and events representing my inner world and attempts to comprehend and demonstrate different facets of character. Perhaps someone they seem interesting.
A cold, prickly wind rushes and slaps my face in the face, flies up and tears dry yellow birch leaves, plays with it in the air and, like a boring toy, throws it into a black dirty puddle, in which a fence of metal rods and upper windows is reflected in a colorless movie one of the buildings ...
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A cold, prickly wind rushes and slaps my face in the face, flies up and tears dry yellow birch leaves, plays with it in the air and, like a boring toy, throws it into a black dirty puddle, in which a fence of metal rods and upper windows is reflected in a colorless movie one of the buildings ...
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“Mother is ready to listen to you, herald that is called Mia.” - Thank you, the gatekeeper. I have something to say to her and my visit will not disappoint Mother. - Come on in.
The gatekeeper opened the gate and Mia leisurely swam forward and up the long, perfectly round in the section, the tunnel.
Having emerged, she found herself in a spacious and warm room with a high ceiling, smoothly extending upwards, like the dome of an ancient human temple. Only it was not the temple of some long-dead and forgotten ...
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The gatekeeper opened the gate and Mia leisurely swam forward and up the long, perfectly round in the section, the tunnel.
Having emerged, she found herself in a spacious and warm room with a high ceiling, smoothly extending upwards, like the dome of an ancient human temple. Only it was not the temple of some long-dead and forgotten ...
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They are sitting in the twilight of the basement on a pile of old rags, embracing and looking into each other's eyes. Large, blue, framed with thin light eyelashes look at others - black, slanting, smiling. Their faces are very close, so only loving people look at each other. - Why are you here? - Tanya sincerely perplexed, - Let's go back up to where we were so good. “You don't understand,” Ainura breathes softly into her ear. - I'm hiding here ...
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March 1997 pos. Chersky, Yakutia
As the reindeer herders said, the weather then stood out for the glory, we were lucky with it, usually at this time: snow, frost, blizzard, but in those three days that I was in their village, with such an intricate name I could not pronounce it quite sunny, well, tolerable in degrees, only minus 27.
I, then still a young green photographer, on the instructions of the editorial staff of the magazine flew to Yakutia to shoot a report about the harsh life in reindeer herding settlements, their way of life and customs. This is Y...
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As the reindeer herders said, the weather then stood out for the glory, we were lucky with it, usually at this time: snow, frost, blizzard, but in those three days that I was in their village, with such an intricate name I could not pronounce it quite sunny, well, tolerable in degrees, only minus 27.
I, then still a young green photographer, on the instructions of the editorial staff of the magazine flew to Yakutia to shoot a report about the harsh life in reindeer herding settlements, their way of life and customs. This is Y...
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She inhaled the warm, dry forest air. She saw well in the dark, but her eyes were not needed now. She had enough light and subtlest aroma to smell them through the smell of pine needles and summer grass. The smell of females for the harem Bakhtiar. Many females. And even more enemies. They followed the trail for a long time and now, they almost overtook them. She squeezed the hilt of the ax in her left hand even more, signaled her two partners: Black and Gray. They already understood everything without her, because their scent was no worse ...
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Hello, my name is Svetlana, I am 32, as they say, the dawn of power! In her years, she managed to get a diploma in higher education in the specialty "Finance and Credit" of local uni, and get a checkout in ... the accounting department of one of the city-forming enterprises of the city. How many years have passed, and my position now appear as chief accountant! Proudly? Well, probably, for female students in general, the ultimate dream ...
There is no family, although there is no tragedy in this. It’s just that in your youth you don’t think about it somehow, but ...
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There is no family, although there is no tragedy in this. It’s just that in your youth you don’t think about it somehow, but ...
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Ilya Romanovich once again looked through an old family photo album. At 45 years old, he remained true to tradition and this album was not electronic, but completely paper-based, in an old dermantin binding. The oldest photos, the seventies and eighties, were black and white, often yellowed by time, but still so cozy and familiar.
He looked at him and a nostalgic smile never left his face.
Here he naked crawls in the crib. Here he is in the garden with his beloved ...
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He looked at him and a nostalgic smile never left his face.
Here he naked crawls in the crib. Here he is in the garden with his beloved ...
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