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Farewell and departure went quietly. Although it is like to say. We were accompanied only by a gloomy driver who was armed.
The maid after sex, very much changed her opinion about me.
Mother and daughter were offended by their father, that he did not give them any money, unlike me. This means that a father trusts me much more than his wife and daughter, and I like that.
In the plane we flew business class, direct flight to New York. The flight was supposed to last a few hours. About ten o'clock ...
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The maid after sex, very much changed her opinion about me.
Mother and daughter were offended by their father, that he did not give them any money, unlike me. This means that a father trusts me much more than his wife and daughter, and I like that.
In the plane we flew business class, direct flight to New York. The flight was supposed to last a few hours. About ten o'clock ...
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Twenty-three blond Vlad Vladidenko became the first slave in the harem of Dust. She regularly invited him, dropping by the hour in the game room.
Communion ritual is always a feast for a languishing slave. So lovers are waiting for a meeting with the lady of the heart, sexual release in a passionate embrace.
Only with Alena everything was different: she gave in her mouth, fucked in the ass. I did not expect such zeal from a red-haired shy virgin. She herself was amazed at the unusual libido: - This is darkness, - she clutched at ...
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Communion ritual is always a feast for a languishing slave. So lovers are waiting for a meeting with the lady of the heart, sexual release in a passionate embrace.
Only with Alena everything was different: she gave in her mouth, fucked in the ass. I did not expect such zeal from a red-haired shy virgin. She herself was amazed at the unusual libido: - This is darkness, - she clutched at ...
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“Come in, who's next there,” came the thin girlish voice behind the massive iron door. The young nurse quickly looked at herself in the mirror, straightened her slightly whipped hair with one gesture and stood at the table with an important look. Private Kusachkin, fearfully looking around, entered the office. Seeing in front of him a pretty brunette with small curls on her head and a white coat, he relaxed. - Hello. And my stomach hurts - the first thing that came to mind ...
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A series of stories about a bi-sexual boy who provides sexual services for a fee. Without prefaces, without descriptions of nature and philosophical dialogues. Only situations and sex in them.
About once a week I serve this woman. Woman with a capital letter. For me, she is Mrs. Larisa. Tall, stately, well-groomed, successful, but, for some reason, lonely.
As always, she drove after me, and we drove to her. Today is Friday and she is resting. And I, like, know everything that needs to be done, what would ...
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About once a week I serve this woman. Woman with a capital letter. For me, she is Mrs. Larisa. Tall, stately, well-groomed, successful, but, for some reason, lonely.
As always, she drove after me, and we drove to her. Today is Friday and she is resting. And I, like, know everything that needs to be done, what would ...
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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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The next day, Dmitry Olegovich unexpectedly appeared at home in the area of dinner.- Has anything happened, dear? - excitedly asked Nadezhda Viktorovna. - Not. It's just that we and our partners are going to inspect one factory in the Moscow region. It's hot today, and I didn't want to go there in a suit. So I stopped to change clothes and have something to eat at the same time.
I warmed up the soup and made a salad. Nadezhda Viktorovna invited me to join them, and after lunch I started cleaning ...
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I warmed up the soup and made a salad. Nadezhda Viktorovna invited me to join them, and after lunch I started cleaning ...
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Somewhere in the expanses of the former USSR, the severe nineties, winter, vocational schools.
A third year student with a pogonyal Belyash caught up with his laughing classmate Lera at the locker room, clasped his waist and dragged him back:
Lera, still laughing loudly, clung to the locker room lattice: - Help! Raped!
Her piercingly sonorous voice rang along the empty corridor of the school. “Let's go,” Belyash hissed, tearing his hands off the grille ...
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A third year student with a pogonyal Belyash caught up with his laughing classmate Lera at the locker room, clasped his waist and dragged him back:
Lera, still laughing loudly, clung to the locker room lattice: - Help! Raped!
Her piercingly sonorous voice rang along the empty corridor of the school. “Let's go,” Belyash hissed, tearing his hands off the grille ...
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She used to walk on all fours. She had no other way out. Her shortened arms could only be her front legs now that she was crawling in Jessica's backyard. Now he seemed to her more. Maybe it was because her face did not rise above a couple of inches from the ground.
Jessica explained to her dog that her people had covered their tracks, and now she is considered missing. Her friend faked a farewell note, but her car was not found, so Paradise was lost in the sea of missing ...
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Jessica explained to her dog that her people had covered their tracks, and now she is considered missing. Her friend faked a farewell note, but her car was not found, so Paradise was lost in the sea of missing ...
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A phone call slowly connects consciousness with reality. Diligently I get out of bed, swaying, hobble to the bag with the phone. On the clock three or fifteen, on the phone unrecognized number. “Alo,” I say in a quiet, wary voice, tempered in office multi-paths. - Alo, Dima? Hey. This is Sasha Remdyonok. Do you remember this? I'm sorry that I’m calling at night, the case is very urgent, - Remdyonok breathes excitedly into the phone, never heard him so excited ...
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