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I was lying on the bed, reading a book and idly dangling my legs in the air. It was the fifth hour of the day, until the return of her husband is still far away, which means you can not worry about dinner yet. Before that, I tidied up the room, wiped the dust, vacuumed the carpets, and threw things into the washing machine. So now you can relax.
I was just thinking of going to the kitchen and making tea for myself, as the doorbell rang.
Surprised, I went to the door and stood for a couple of seconds in thought: to open or not to open? Finally turning the key ...
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I was just thinking of going to the kitchen and making tea for myself, as the doorbell rang.
Surprised, I went to the door and stood for a couple of seconds in thought: to open or not to open? Finally turning the key ...
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I lived with my parents and my brother. I was then 17, my brother Artem was 15, and our ancestors are about forty. I go to the eleventh grade, Artem-in the ninth. It is March, the very beginning of the month. Wednesday. Artem is returning from school, I came five minutes earlier. I go out into the corridor.
- Hello...
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- Hello...
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You found me on the Internet.
We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophy of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about the war and the desire of people to love, in spite of any grief.
We met and our eyes told each other what they did not dare to say ...
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We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophy of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about the war and the desire of people to love, in spite of any grief.
We met and our eyes told each other what they did not dare to say ...
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Normal November evening. Natasha was returning home from work. The drizzling rain didn’t bring any joy into the gray reality. The eternal lack of money for a young nineteen-year-old girl has become an insurmountable burden that could not be overcome. At least go to the panel. At the mere thought of this, Natasha shivered ... Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the elbow, Natasha jerked and screamed, trying to break free. Surprisingly, she did it easily. Turning around she froze, fell out of her hands ...
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Lenka lived with Igor for a month. He did not stand on ceremony with her, and this excited her. He could slap her in public on the pope, or lead her somewhere behind the garages, put her on her knees and put a dick in her mouth - after that she walked with dirty knees. One day she inadvertently put on tights, which immediately broke off from such treatment. He smiled, went to the nearest stall and bought her new ones. He never asked her what sex she wanted - had her as he wanted. AT...
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She was kneeling near the door. In the rings on her nipples there was a rope tied to the boats. The lips of the pussy were parted with clothespins, and a vibrator hung from the pussy itself. Under the whore was a huge puddle of juices. For three hours of suffering, she experienced a huge amount ...
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We have a new concierge at the entrance of an ordinary panel house. But, not a grandmother, as you thought, but an 18-year-old girl. I will describe this girl. This is pretty, not beautiful, but pretty nerd girl with glasses. Since the summer holidays were going on, the girl, apparently just ...
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The tongue of the slave sifted through the moist folds of the lips of the Lady, occasionally switching to the clitoris and focusing on the sweet pea. Everything is as the Mistress loved. A couple of owners of this slave knew that a bitch language can work faster, but now they didn’t whip it up. Mrs. was approaching the third orgasm, and preferred to receive a slow, painful pleasure, in contrast to the strong and fast flashes of the first two.
The hands of the man, the Master, skillfully stimulated the slave, forcing her to hold on between the pain ...
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The hands of the man, the Master, skillfully stimulated the slave, forcing her to hold on between the pain ...
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