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Imagine a still-life with a back on a wooden table a man with widely spread legs is lying on him, pressing his ass against him, or rather sticking the ass sticking out in his dick, sits a woman with her back to his face and blocking access to the review of the action. On the side of a long bench, below the table is a hefty red-haired man whose member is in the woman’s mouth and she, holding on to his cock with two hands, sucks with pleasure and glances down at her ass ...
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In the cabin, three pirates hard fucked my wife in all holes, apparently, when the sailor came out of the cabin tired and freed from sperm, the sailor immediately replaced it with another. When the turn of the little puny Jung came up, he jumped out with bulging eyes and brought our artificial penis in his hands, and that when I stopped standing my own, and why did I increase the opposite. My wife and I came up with an interesting thing made of soft delicate fabric, she sewed an analogue of a member only thicker and longer, with a slight broadening on ...
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I met Ksyusha at an internet cafe. I sat on the porn site in the corner of the room and looked at the beautiful bodies of the duvus. She came to me and asked me to smoke. - Sasha ... - I muttered. She laughed, threw back a strand of light wavy, gorgeous hair, and extended her hand to me "Xenya." ...
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January 31 - February 09, 2005
Roads that choose us
Late fall. Empty cold park with heaps of fallen yellow-red foliage, covered with crispy hoarfrost. On rare puddles, the marginal growth of thin ice floes. A middle-aged couple of tall is walking along the concrete slabs of the avenues. Silence ...
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Roads that choose us
Late fall. Empty cold park with heaps of fallen yellow-red foliage, covered with crispy hoarfrost. On rare puddles, the marginal growth of thin ice floes. A middle-aged couple of tall is walking along the concrete slabs of the avenues. Silence ...
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Sasha was waiting. She had to go to six. What if he does not come? No, it should not. At six twenty the doorbell rang. Sasha went to the peephole, everything was right behind the door was Natalia. Black leather jacket "kiukuha", bulging bust, leather mini skirt and kind eyes. It would have described ...
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Probably, it is much more difficult for a man than a woman to admit that it excites him when he is put on his knees, bare ass and beaten on it with a palm, massage brush, or birch rod. But I give a guarantee that there are many. I myself have never been flown in childhood, only about this ...
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