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Anna went up to the 8th floor of an old ten-story house in a provincial town. The elevator did not work again. Anna is tired after the night shift. The sun's rays penetrated through the dirty corridor windows and lit up the dirty steps of the stairs. - again these bitches of the cleaning lady didn’t wash anything - Anna whispered nervously. She was wearing old leather boots, a creaking zipper, black tights, in some places holes were already visible, an old black raincoat on a wide leather belt, a bag of leatherette ...
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Andy was 17 years old, he graduated from school, and in late June, he came to Aunt Klava in another city, intending to go to college. The house of a relative was located in the quarter of private buildings, in the ravine area. Andy had never been here before, although he knew his aunt almost ...
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He turned on his side and quickly pressed the button of a mobile phone, turning off the alarm. God forbid the wife will wake up ahead of time. What will follow next, he chose not to submit. Today he is a slave. Well, yes, and she - Madam. It's game time.
Rising from the bed, he passed ...
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He turned on his side and quickly pressed the button of a mobile phone, turning off the alarm. God forbid the wife will wake up ahead of time. What will follow next, he chose not to submit. Today he is a slave. Well, yes, and she - Madam. It's game time.
Rising from the bed, he passed ...
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Our meetings are similar to the film “The Last Tango in Paris”.
Everything goes according to one scenario. We have known each other for so long that we don't need words. What can words express when we are bound by something more? Our secret passion that others cannot understand or accept. They are not for us ...
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Everything goes according to one scenario. We have known each other for so long that we don't need words. What can words express when we are bound by something more? Our secret passion that others cannot understand or accept. They are not for us ...
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Tatiana was going home. It was late. Only stray dogs and cats passed by. Went, thought about her. About that, about this. She remembered what she was talking with her friend. “Well, why does she torture herself like this ...” It was only one thought. One of many. Then thoughts jumped to Vladimir ...
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I stood at the entrance, nervously smoking, waiting for the hostess to return from work.
She walked to the house in no hurry, imperious step, proudly carrying her amazing body. She was dressed almost in the autumn although it was July in the yard. And it was not her fad, just stood amazing ...
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She walked to the house in no hurry, imperious step, proudly carrying her amazing body. She was dressed almost in the autumn although it was July in the yard. And it was not her fad, just stood amazing ...
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