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The professor visited a doctor who lamented the patient's neglected health. Prescribed medication and testing. A doctor under two meters with the words "Take off your clothes and kneel" turned to the professor, and he looked like a mouse in front of a constrictor looking at the fingers of the doctor putting on a glove. But there was nothing to do. The patient went on all fours and the doctor repeated the procedure that the student Svetlana had been doing before. After such tests of the “juice” of the prostate, Grigory Nikiforovich did not feel his ...
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- Not! You are welcome! Just not the rod!
After each of my words, I passionately kissed her foot. Nude Oksana tenderly looked at me and laughed with slight surprise, putting her foot under my kisses. - You are welcome! I beg you! Anything but a rod!
I really was afraid of the rod. Sometimes, when I was brutally excited and well attached, she could be tolerated and even found something interesting in the whipping process. Another gag helped a lot - it was possible to bite it ...
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After each of my words, I passionately kissed her foot. Nude Oksana tenderly looked at me and laughed with slight surprise, putting her foot under my kisses. - You are welcome! I beg you! Anything but a rod!
I really was afraid of the rod. Sometimes, when I was brutally excited and well attached, she could be tolerated and even found something interesting in the whipping process. Another gag helped a lot - it was possible to bite it ...
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I am twenty two years old. My name is Lucie. I will say right away, this is not a female name. This is abbreviated from "Lucifer". And my parents are very far from religion. It's just that my mother really likes this name.
Now, about my mom. I love her very much, and I am a very exemplary son. Or rather, my dad and I adore her. But, mom has girlfriends. And this will be devoted to my story. My mother is around forty, but you will never give her more than thirty. Likely, good genes and a lot of sport. Her friends are appropriate. Everyone looks ...
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Now, about my mom. I love her very much, and I am a very exemplary son. Or rather, my dad and I adore her. But, mom has girlfriends. And this will be devoted to my story. My mother is around forty, but you will never give her more than thirty. Likely, good genes and a lot of sport. Her friends are appropriate. Everyone looks ...
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- What will it look like? I asked carefully. Oksana began to purr in response: - Nothing so special! Just, for example, I will often be on top ... and you will more often lick me ...
It didn’t become clearer to me. - I like and so do not mind that you were on top. Do you miss Cooney? You can always just ask ...
Oksana snarled. - I do not want to ask anything! I want to order! And when I'm on top, you distract me all the time, grabbing ...
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It didn’t become clearer to me. - I like and so do not mind that you were on top. Do you miss Cooney? You can always just ask ...
Oksana snarled. - I do not want to ask anything! I want to order! And when I'm on top, you distract me all the time, grabbing ...
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Accidentally stumbled upon his story eight years ago. Read it. Looked reviews. I wanted to share some more details.
I will not repeat the main story, who wants to read the first story, “Once Taste ...” I will begin immediately from the place I finished eight years ago.
After the incident in the toilet, my wife decided not to stop at the result achieved and continued to experiment, inventing new and new ways to show her dominance in bed.
Again there was a game in ...
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I will not repeat the main story, who wants to read the first story, “Once Taste ...” I will begin immediately from the place I finished eight years ago.
After the incident in the toilet, my wife decided not to stop at the result achieved and continued to experiment, inventing new and new ways to show her dominance in bed.
Again there was a game in ...
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Here's how to call in one word what a person really, really likes? That from which he feels pleasure. High? Yes, perhaps you can call it a high.
For example, I really like when they stroke me. In childhood I was stroked by mom. When married, I always asked my wife to stroke me. True, my wife and I liked the most erotic strokes, in the crotch area, for example. I could spend hours stumbling, get high from such touches.
So, my wife caught the highest buzz when oral sex. And for me...
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For example, I really like when they stroke me. In childhood I was stroked by mom. When married, I always asked my wife to stroke me. True, my wife and I liked the most erotic strokes, in the crotch area, for example. I could spend hours stumbling, get high from such touches.
So, my wife caught the highest buzz when oral sex. And for me...
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I met with one girl. She was pyshechka, with a black square, crazy green eyes. Big breasts and beautiful round ass. And somehow in a conversation, discussing fantasies, she told me that she really wanted to try to caress the ass man. I had a strap-on experience. And I liked it terribly, which I told her about. She was simply delighted, and in the next meeting, when having kissed, on hugging, I began to caress her, and after a long kuni, which ended in her stormy ...
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Winter. Saturday. The second day off, Sunday, my wife and I spent different ways, sometimes we were chosen to visit, or simply walked around the city. But the Sabbath did not differ in diversity. In the morning I made my wife breakfast (he himself only had coffee in the morning). Then she started to cook dinner, and I cleaned the apartment, went to the store to replenish food stocks, after which I had the opportunity to sit at the computer.
After dinner, the wife usually went to the sofa and picked up a wireless mouse, looked through the news ...
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After dinner, the wife usually went to the sofa and picked up a wireless mouse, looked through the news ...
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A hangover, especially when you wake up in an unfamiliar place, the thing is doubly disgusting. And even more disgusting it becomes, when you do not remember how you got into this very unfamiliar place. His eyes opened with difficulty, but his memory slowly began to work. It all started yesterday (and immediately the helpful inner voice asked, “did it yesterday?”) At the bar next to the work. All birthdays were traditionally celebrated there. So yesterday (well, if yesterday) celebrated the birthday of our new boss Irene. I...
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