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Who has not dreamed of their own sexual slave? Who didn't want to get a bitch with whom you can do anything and with impunity? I will say simpler: who did not want to have a woman in reserve, who simply always gives? I think - many people wanted it !!
I also always wanted such a "toy"! My friends dreamed of a BMW, and I dreamed of a domestic whore who, at the very first whim, would fulfill her cherished desires!
The first thing I started when I made a decision ...
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I also always wanted such a "toy"! My friends dreamed of a BMW, and I dreamed of a domestic whore who, at the very first whim, would fulfill her cherished desires!
The first thing I started when I made a decision ...
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Dear reader, on the right side of the name, you see a green currency symbol so unpleasant for many users. Why is he standing there? How can such a thing be tolerated? How can I demand for reading the next opus blood-earned? All these questions you can leave with you. The principle is simple - Do not want, do not read.
Chapter 12
Yesterday, he moaned about the lack of enemies. Well, get and sign, lies in the center of the room with arms outstretched and pouring ...
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Chapter 12
Yesterday, he moaned about the lack of enemies. Well, get and sign, lies in the center of the room with arms outstretched and pouring ...
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Jane was waiting for guests - three friends who, like her, were Mistresses. Today they had to do something unforgettable.
- Dick, are your snacks ready? In half an hour the guests will come. She asked.
- Yes, madam, five more minutes. - There was a male voice from the kitchen.
Jane went to ...
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- Dick, are your snacks ready? In half an hour the guests will come. She asked.
- Yes, madam, five more minutes. - There was a male voice from the kitchen.
Jane went to ...
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I got lost at night, and even when it was light, I could not understand where I was. The navigator in the car shamelessly lied, claiming that I am in the middle of a lake. Neither oncoming cars, nor locals, I have not seen for a long time. Therefore, noticing in the morning mist a figure lonely wandering along the road, I sighed with relief and slowed down. The figure has grown, and turned into a girl. Hearing the noise of the engine, she went to the side of the road and stopped. Very young, 18 years old, slim, brown hair braided in a thick braid to the priests. In the lung ...
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What can you do, I'm "unconventional." I'm a sadist. It’s not that anyone should start up blood or torture to death ... I am a gentle sadist. For me it is important that the victim receives pleasure from me, from my actions. I feel the sacrifice. And never ...
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What can you do, I'm "unconventional." I'm a sadist. It’s not that anyone should start up blood or torture to death ... I am a gentle sadist. For me it is important that the victim receives pleasure from me, from my actions. I feel the sacrifice. And never ...
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