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My cousin Gwen is the best girl in all of Llurline, and in all of Wales too! No one has such gorgeous hair, and such eyes, green as juniper, and such a glorious face that it is wet and hot right at the heart when you look ... Recently, she turned eighteen, and we celebrated the birthday party with the whole street. Because everyone wanted to see her, see how her pink cheeks burn — and give her something, and stay with us to admire happy Gwen and catch her smiles ...
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“Maybe I'm just crazy? Maybe I have a problem? Or maybe just my husband is already bothering me with his routine and monotony? ”... Such thoughts are not often, but they still wandered in my head and brought me to a nightclub a couple of days ago, in which ... thanks to which, one might say, I performed part of their sexual fantasies. Still remembering that night, desire pleasantly agitated in me, sometimes it even seemed to me that I felt a taste of lust and pleasure on my lips.
However, home, work, husband ...
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Buratina sat in the first row and looked with delight at the lowered curtain.
On the curtain were dancing little men, girls in black masks, scary bearded people in caps with stars, a sun like a pancake with a nose and eyes, and other entertaining pictures from which butterflies fluttered in Buratinki’s belly, carrying pollen on wings with pollen of desire, and his eyes shyly dropped to the floor.
Three times they sounded the bell, and the curtain rose. On a small stage, right and left were cardboard ...
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On the curtain were dancing little men, girls in black masks, scary bearded people in caps with stars, a sun like a pancake with a nose and eyes, and other entertaining pictures from which butterflies fluttered in Buratinki’s belly, carrying pollen on wings with pollen of desire, and his eyes shyly dropped to the floor.
Three times they sounded the bell, and the curtain rose. On a small stage, right and left were cardboard ...
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The nuns Verona and Agnes spun in front of each other. They pulled up their cassocks and, giggling, looked at what was opening before innocent, in general, views. Young girls did not consider it a sin - just think, their slender legs are tightened in thin black stockings and shod in high-heeled shoes; Well, think, they are now very unequivocal panties. On one - the same transparent as stockings, do not hide the appetizing slits between the buttocks, and dimly outlining the folds at the bottom ...
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I am lying on my stomach, on the bed. Hands stretched to the sides and tied to the legs at the head. The legs are also divorced and also fixed. Irishka sits between my legs apart and amuses herself with my buttocks. That strokes them, then crumples like a dough.Sometimes loudly slaps on them palm. Often he pushes them apart with his hands, and admires the still tightly compressed asterisk of my anus. From all these manipulations, my cock stands like a stone, resting on a mattress.
Here the devil is once again trying ...
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Here the devil is once again trying ...
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Today I stocked up with a bottle of rose-scented massage oil. There were more exotic options, but the main thing with Sasha is not to think too much - the more standard, the more reliable. Her brains, uncluttered in knowledge, could well have stumbled onto some patchouli and conclude that "I will not give it to myself." And I really wanted to smear something on it. Well, in the end - cum, of course. Right on the delicate face, plump lips, open in the eternal astonished misunderstanding of the cornflower blue eyes ...
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- Who's there? - This is Kate. - I replied, knocking into the office of Vladimir Sergeyevich.
Vladimir Sergeevich is a psychologist-sexologist, to whom I began to go after the incident with Oleg. Vlad, of course, was very worried, including I was very worried about our marriage. I could not think of losing my man. He was beautiful in everything, I could always rely on him, he was calm, reasonable. Vlad led the budget in the old manner, recording all expenses in a notebook, then transferred ...
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Vladimir Sergeevich is a psychologist-sexologist, to whom I began to go after the incident with Oleg. Vlad, of course, was very worried, including I was very worried about our marriage. I could not think of losing my man. He was beautiful in everything, I could always rely on him, he was calm, reasonable. Vlad led the budget in the old manner, recording all expenses in a notebook, then transferred ...
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Her name was Kisse. George met her on one of the countless islands of the Aegean Sea, where he rested savage.
The island was small, like a thimble, and all consisted of chalk cliffs, blindingly white as glaciers. They were drowning in a deep blue sea and the same sky. The sun was burning through the blue, and from the white fire that had been turned over into the sea and sky, dizzy.
Every dawn, George asked himself if he was going crazy, and every sunset looked at the sinking sun, sitting on the rocks, which were made red, to ...
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The island was small, like a thimble, and all consisted of chalk cliffs, blindingly white as glaciers. They were drowning in a deep blue sea and the same sky. The sun was burning through the blue, and from the white fire that had been turned over into the sea and sky, dizzy.
Every dawn, George asked himself if he was going crazy, and every sunset looked at the sinking sun, sitting on the rocks, which were made red, to ...
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