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In the morning she woke up with a headache. Not quite rested legs buzzed from yesterday's overload in the laboratory. Nevertheless, she was taken to Semen, who put her on a treadmill and launched the program for a quick step. To the open hole in the gag he led a light corrugated tube from the oxygen concentrator, and in the ass, as usual, inserted a metal plug with a minus contact control. Irina walked steadily, not wasting her strength. Semyon, having watched her for a minute, retired to drink ...
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The next morning she woke up before the door opened. She felt the unpleasant moisture on the sheet and, bailiff and moving away, she looked at the cause. Right in the middle of the bed there was a small wet spot. She ran her finger over it. The spot turned out to be mucus, apparently spilling from her gut when she slept on her back. She felt herself from behind and found that the wet opening of the anus was still open, but not so much as yesterday. She got up and took a few steps around the room. Unpleasant ...
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Approaching the ward, I looked around; there was no one in the hospital corridor. Then I adjusted the badge attached to my scrub.
On a piece of cardboard was printed:
"Dragunov A. - Dr. Sexopathologist"
Then I knocked politely at the door. - Enter! - cheerful female voice, allowed to enter.
I entered the ward.
She was lying on a cot, covered with a veil. And carefully looked at me.
The girl was very good.
Long black hair, beautifully curved eyebrows, sensual plump ...
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On a piece of cardboard was printed:
"Dragunov A. - Dr. Sexopathologist"
Then I knocked politely at the door. - Enter! - cheerful female voice, allowed to enter.
I entered the ward.
She was lying on a cot, covered with a veil. And carefully looked at me.
The girl was very good.
Long black hair, beautifully curved eyebrows, sensual plump ...
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- Hello. Generally went to try a strange thing. I read all sorts of tales. Has seen enough vidosov. I want to be humiliated. In text form. Maybe a little in reality, but only that without a photo. How are you? - I also love humiliation - Humiliation or humiliation? Or both? - both. and humiliation and humiliation - Try to humiliate me. Just gently somehow. What would no scat. There, you know, make me go outside without panties or lick the sole ... - I'm straight ...
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I rate a woman by her shoes. From high boots with heels, I just blend.
In the fall, the subway gave way to a lady in a long leather coat. Brunette in years. Hair is clearly dyed. Middle-height. Cute face. On the finger is a wedding ring. Through one station, a place was made opposite to her. I sat down. I look at her legs. I see boots with a narrow toe, tops above the knees, not on the "heels", but on the heels. These boots are often called boots, although boots should at least reach the hips ...
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In the fall, the subway gave way to a lady in a long leather coat. Brunette in years. Hair is clearly dyed. Middle-height. Cute face. On the finger is a wedding ring. Through one station, a place was made opposite to her. I sat down. I look at her legs. I see boots with a narrow toe, tops above the knees, not on the "heels", but on the heels. These boots are often called boots, although boots should at least reach the hips ...
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For the first time I saw my mother kissing not with his father, but with another man, it seems, at 11. It was on the subway. I accidentally saw her at a metro station with a work colleague. They did not suck, but they kissed "like an adult". Mother then was about 40 years old. He was younger than her and squeezed tightly in the ass, running his hands under his cloak. The guy clamped my mother near the column, at the exit to the platform. He pressed her back to the pillar. She spread her legs in brown Finnish boots with heels so that he ...
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Greetings. Take a few words.
Initially, this story was more, but there was no time to write a story, and I thought: “Is it necessary for someone to nakuya?”. And I can not without forging. If you like it - vote, comment. I didn’t like it - moreover, let's maintain the purity of our Internet. Just take care of the Sisters, they have a grateful reader.
By the way. Falcata, I beg your pardon. I hope to lay out the sisters on Sunday, but the conditions so far are unfavorable to me. And to the Sisters ...
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Initially, this story was more, but there was no time to write a story, and I thought: “Is it necessary for someone to nakuya?”. And I can not without forging. If you like it - vote, comment. I didn’t like it - moreover, let's maintain the purity of our Internet. Just take care of the Sisters, they have a grateful reader.
By the way. Falcata, I beg your pardon. I hope to lay out the sisters on Sunday, but the conditions so far are unfavorable to me. And to the Sisters ...
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A few months have passed since the day I settled in the houses of Mila. I loved her and stayed with her, as she loved me. At least she said so. Her power over me and my body became less and less, turning into a love game, where everyone thinks about the pleasure of everyone. I thought Mila and I were almost the most usual, but very happy couple, until I found out something - she is a vampire.
It turned out to be something like a vampire house, their restaurant. I learned it once and by chance ...
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It turned out to be something like a vampire house, their restaurant. I learned it once and by chance ...
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We lay panting. Eva's lips were scarlet. She kissed her gently, running a pierced tongue deep into my mouth. I felt a taste of my own blood. I played with her dumbbell and studied the sharp fangs from the inside. “You bit me,” I said. The shoulder and neck burned with fire.
She, as if having learned about it for the first time, looked at the wound with interest. After carefully studying, Eva reached out for her with her mouth. I prepared for a new wave of pain, but she covered the bleeding wounds with a velvet kiss and became ...
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She, as if having learned about it for the first time, looked at the wound with interest. After carefully studying, Eva reached out for her with her mouth. I prepared for a new wave of pain, but she covered the bleeding wounds with a velvet kiss and became ...
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Waking up in the morning from the spicy smell of coffee, I discovered that Eva was not around. I picked up my pants from the floor and headed for the kitchen. The girl stood with her back to me and looked out the window. She was wearing black panties hiding between elastic buttocks and my red checkered shirt. The one that lost her buttons last night. Only now she was tied in a knot under the chest itself and exhibited an elastic tummy and a rising chest. “Good morning,” I said. - Good, - & nbsp ...
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