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- Oh yes yes. Ebi me as the last whore. Stronger. - Shouted Rita in ecstasy, leaning on the dining table, while I was standing behind and holding her waist gouged her crack. - Do you like? - I growled. - Little fuck. - Yes, fuck your damn. Deeper. Come on. AAA. - Twitched wife in convulsions orgasm. I was also on the verge and managed to take out firing thick sperm on her ass, the jet was so strong ...
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The impossible happened, having sex with my daughter crossed all my efforts to shield her from her unnecessary desires. Maybe my attempts to reason with them were not very convincing, or I just started not from that ... Does it now have any significance, but no, it is unlikely, I would just like to forget what happened, to pretend that nothing happened. But this is impossible, a reminder about it was right before my eyes, every single day, she walks in my apartment, she sits with me at the same table, her mother is my wife ...
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My wife has not returned from work, so our daughter met me at home. - Hi, Dad.
He stands in the corridor and smiles happily, if she had a tail, now he would be twitching in all directions for joy. And when she only has time to miss? - Hello. Tired, I answer, hang the jacket in the closet. - tired? - And what is so noticeable to me? - Yeah.
Never had any problems with her, according to the nature and behavior of a decent raised girl, my wife and my cross ...
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He stands in the corridor and smiles happily, if she had a tail, now he would be twitching in all directions for joy. And when she only has time to miss? - Hello. Tired, I answer, hang the jacket in the closet. - tired? - And what is so noticeable to me? - Yeah.
Never had any problems with her, according to the nature and behavior of a decent raised girl, my wife and my cross ...
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Hello! I decided to tell the world the memories of my stormy youth. Until I was 30, I was an exemplary wife and mother. My husband had no problems with sex and a well-standing rather big member was always at my disposal. And it was still enough for trips to the left, I first worried about this, and then scored. But at one point, a period came when I was not interested in the fact of fucking, but in a new member, a new fucker. How I came to this - maybe I will tell later, and this is already in the past ...
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Here's how to call in one word what a person really, really likes? That from which he feels pleasure. Kayf? 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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Warning: Mistreatment and mental abnormalities occur. If you do not like the previous part - do not read it.
When a member of the Host stopped twitching in my throat, lowering the nourishing sperm directly into the esophagus, he told me to get into the bathroom. By his order, I lay on my back, raised my ass and, leaning on my hands, threw my legs over my head so that my knees almost touched my ears. In this precarious situation, the inflated Klyzma belly hurt particularly strongly, but the kind Master ...
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When a member of the Host stopped twitching in my throat, lowering the nourishing sperm directly into the esophagus, he told me to get into the bathroom. By his order, I lay on my back, raised my ass and, leaning on my hands, threw my legs over my head so that my knees almost touched my ears. In this precarious situation, the inflated Klyzma belly hurt particularly strongly, but the kind Master ...
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After Ruslan, pulling on voluminous shorts and yawning loudly and to do so, the mother left the room, not looking at her son and muttering “Keep quiet”, began to gather on the beach. She didn’t talk to Igorkom, looked through him, confining herself to monosyllabic phrases relating to the most ordinary things.
He tried not to recall his passion for his mother's linen, after rummaging around the room, the mother accidentally stumbled upon them in a pocket of igorkov shorts hanging on a chair. Absently...
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He tried not to recall his passion for his mother's linen, after rummaging around the room, the mother accidentally stumbled upon them in a pocket of igorkov shorts hanging on a chair. Absently...
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And hello again ... in the last story I told you about the first meeting with Marishka my adult mistress.
More than half a year has passed and we have not seen my Marishka. We live in different cities and therefore rarely see each other. But we actively corresponded and fantasized about the meeting ... how and what we would have done. Honestly, our fantasies went far from the zone of decency. From communication, I realized that Marishka wants to try group sex, what would her ass caressed at once a couple of members ...
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More than half a year has passed and we have not seen my Marishka. We live in different cities and therefore rarely see each other. But we actively corresponded and fantasized about the meeting ... how and what we would have done. Honestly, our fantasies went far from the zone of decency. From communication, I realized that Marishka wants to try group sex, what would her ass caressed at once a couple of members ...
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I woke up without three seven.
As always, three minutes before the alarm rings.
Looked out the window. At exactly seven, Alexey and his eldest son left the next entrance and headed for the car. According to him, the clock could be checked!
Peep car alarm. The passenger door slammed, after a couple of seconds, the driver's door. White reverse lights came on, alternating with red brake lights. The car pulled out onto the road, and with the last blink of red eyes, drove away.
Three more long-awaited ...
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As always, three minutes before the alarm rings.
Looked out the window. At exactly seven, Alexey and his eldest son left the next entrance and headed for the car. According to him, the clock could be checked!
Peep car alarm. The passenger door slammed, after a couple of seconds, the driver's door. White reverse lights came on, alternating with red brake lights. The car pulled out onto the road, and with the last blink of red eyes, drove away.
Three more long-awaited ...
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February 23. Already the winter was over when we met my former classmate with a couple of friends at the bus stop. The guys were a bit tipsy. We ourselves came back from the test, where we were slightly poker-blue with him, the old warrior, and now we were waiting for our bus, slightly tired of his drunken memories. Sveta looked at our greetings with interest, standing apart and from nothing to do by trampling on the melting snow with a graceful leg in a chic suede boot. Guys, carnivorous looking at my ...
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