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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 bus slowly pulled up and stopped at the entrance to the institute, our group of 25 people, noisy fell out on the street. Ekaterina Andreevna - our dean, a woman of short stature, forty years old, with a shock of red curls, had a wide and alluring butt, as well as huge tits, probably the size of the fifth, gathered us into a group, and we entered the building.
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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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Prologue. - Amazing! Just amazing! - Haverio walked around the naked girl figure around again, touched her chest, - Even breathes like a real girl! “Why,” Professor Stern adjusted his glasses, “we do not make toys, but real living organisms.” They breathe, sweat, cry, blush, laugh, do everything like real people. Not that the old models, which could recognize almost any without special devices. These can only recognize ...
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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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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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Henry saw himself lying on his back, raised himself on his elbows - from the navel and below his body was covered with an incomprehensible metal structure, narrowed in the groin. Two balls, with their eyes closed and their mouth wide open in a silent scream, were sitting there, as if on a motorcycle seat. The priestess groaned from the box that covered Henry's groin, like a piston moving up and down the phallus. Henry did not feel anything, looked into the girl’s face ... Now it was Sosa’s face. Sleep. Foolish dream, the young man decided and lay back on the pillows ...
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