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My name is Nastya. I am 18 years old. My friend Katya invited me to this camp. I have never been to a camp before, especially in sports. In general, she always had a sporty physique, although she didn’t put much effort into it. I have a narrow pelvis and a very small butt, long legs, a pretty face with large black eyes and eyelashes, and everything would be fine if I didn’t have a chest of 1 size, although I’m telling everyone the second one and buying a bra. The genes are to blame for everything, and probably heightened ...
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I entered in a blue dress, you remember this dress, my lord: the deepest neckline, from which the rod is out my white, delicate breasts, and the skirt with a slit in the front - there was a lace petticoats attached, but I don’t wear it, my lord as you like.
Ten of our lackeys lined up along the wall, as usual, in uniform leggings and vests on top of snow-white T-shirts, on the necks - butterflies. They instantly hatched on my pussy of yours, because you, my lord, forbade my panties ...
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Ten of our lackeys lined up along the wall, as usual, in uniform leggings and vests on top of snow-white T-shirts, on the necks - butterflies. They instantly hatched on my pussy of yours, because you, my lord, forbade my panties ...
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Glass doors opened, and my woman walked into the quivering light of a multitude of candles. For several long seconds she froze in a deep curtain revealing her. Straightened up. Her dark gold hair ran down her back, her bang with a heavy wave hid her left eye, flowing around her charming heart shape. Shameless evening make-up emphasized transparent-gray look - agitated, quivering, a bit frightened, because she instantly realized that the burning wax of all these candles would flood her today ...
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Damir was rushing along the corridor like mad, looking at the flashing signs on the doors of the rooms, until his eyes saw the necessary number. He stopped short and quickly knocked. No reaction. He knocked even louder. A minute later the door opened and a sleepy, bearded southerner appeared. A terrible fume blew into the face of a young guy and he involuntarily took a step back. “Good afternoon,” Damir greeted. - I am sorry, but ... Nine from you? - What? What is nine, bro ...
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“The devil pulled me to agree to this adventure,” I thought, trying to choose from my things, something more decent.
I studied at the second year of university, and my friend knocked me to attend one event, which was arranged by his friend. And to be more precise, some kind of familiar friend. In general, they needed to catch up on more extras. “And I, as a fool, agreed,” I grumbled, going over my things.
No matter what I put on myself, it looked as though I had selected these items with a fight ...
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I studied at the second year of university, and my friend knocked me to attend one event, which was arranged by his friend. And to be more precise, some kind of familiar friend. In general, they needed to catch up on more extras. “And I, as a fool, agreed,” I grumbled, going over my things.
No matter what I put on myself, it looked as though I had selected these items with a fight ...
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They say time heals! A fig it does not treat, but only exacerbates! The more time passes from that trip to Illychevo, I increasingly remember him, no, not even his, rather his voice, the voice that you want to obey, his touch on my body, I remember my helplessness and not being protected in front of him, my fear! - My fantasies ... They get me so far that I begin to doubt my own normality ...I have another kind of hunger - hunger at the touch ...
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Note:
The middle part of the story probably turned out to be dry and prim, but this part of the rule no longer exists (: And please read the previous parts so that the question does not arise. Thank you!
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On the entrance, a slam of closing doors slammed, then another louder on the floor below, gradually bringing back to consciousness the girl still lying with the bulging ass.
Feeling her cool concrete step on her forehead and recalling the recent incident, Christie sharply lifted her head and turned back ...
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Note:
The middle part of the story probably turned out to be dry and prim, but this part of the rule no longer exists (: And please read the previous parts so that the question does not arise. Thank you!
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On the entrance, a slam of closing doors slammed, then another louder on the floor below, gradually bringing back to consciousness the girl still lying with the bulging ass.
Feeling her cool concrete step on her forehead and recalling the recent incident, Christie sharply lifted her head and turned back ...
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When he came home, he felt heavy, incomprehensible tightness throughout his body. He knew that there were many interesting things in the world, that the “State” was many times more fascinating than any woman, but he could not stop. The indomitable sexual instinct forced his thoughts to envelop with a sweet mist of hints, playful looks, half-naked bodies and passionately carrying hands, he saw familiar faces, heard gentle voices, but could not, could not answer them; he would like to talk to them, but they are not ...
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You enter the room with a heating pad in your hand.
Turn off the night light, cover your daughter and put on the cream. You're in a nightgown and striped lowered socks.
Having chatted in the air with your legs you lower them and find yourself in a favorite pose, with your knees bent, defiantly sticking up. You're going to sleep, because getting up after 6 hours.
You cover yourself with a blanket and lower your hand to pull up the nightdress.
Hand you almost accidentally touch yourself between your legs. It turns out you're a little nervous - maybe ...
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Turn off the night light, cover your daughter and put on the cream. You're in a nightgown and striped lowered socks.
Having chatted in the air with your legs you lower them and find yourself in a favorite pose, with your knees bent, defiantly sticking up. You're going to sleep, because getting up after 6 hours.
You cover yourself with a blanket and lower your hand to pull up the nightdress.
Hand you almost accidentally touch yourself between your legs. It turns out you're a little nervous - maybe ...
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I was inspired by this reader and author of poems, let's call him Not He.
Drink less need
This story began under a densely growing bush in the forest near Moscow. Somehow the company was assembled by people who were not quite mature in their minds, but already mature enough men. They decided to spend the day without girls, so purely male company vodka, kebab, mushrooms, green grass, oxygen is pure.
Forty minutes stomped through the forest in order to know the whole essence of forest seclusion. In the clearing organized ...
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Drink less need
This story began under a densely growing bush in the forest near Moscow. Somehow the company was assembled by people who were not quite mature in their minds, but already mature enough men. They decided to spend the day without girls, so purely male company vodka, kebab, mushrooms, green grass, oxygen is pure.
Forty minutes stomped through the forest in order to know the whole essence of forest seclusion. In the clearing organized ...
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