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Coming out of the bathroom, I go into the room and stop in front of the mirror. I look at my reflection for a long time. Usually it excites me a lot. I sit on the bed with my legs crossed.
Victor watches me with interest, but says nothing.
I run my hand through my hair, then I rub my nipples with my fingers, go down to my stomach. The body habitually responds to caress. Pussy is already flowing. The tips of the fingers touch the wet slits. “Get dressed,” Victor orders.
I dutifully begin to pull stockings, then put on ...
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Victor watches me with interest, but says nothing.
I run my hand through my hair, then I rub my nipples with my fingers, go down to my stomach. The body habitually responds to caress. Pussy is already flowing. The tips of the fingers touch the wet slits. “Get dressed,” Victor orders.
I dutifully begin to pull stockings, then put on ...
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I have so unbelievable stories from my life with my wife that I started publishing them on one of the sites, I felt a grudge when I read reviews, supposedly lies, and stopped turning my soul in front of anonymous. And here, relatively not so long ago, a passing road, my friend fell to me. One hundred years have not seen! He stayed with me for a week, instead of the planned three days. Talk. A lot of things have accumulated in my soul, both with me and with him. You know how it happens when there is such a thing in your heart that you can tell far ...
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After going to the cinema more than two months have passed. Being a guest of my close friend, Sveta, being drunk, when asked by one of the guests whether she, like other women, had a desire to play pranks, because her husband was bored, she, laughing, told him that case, the husband leads her to the movies. My wife shot a crafty look in my eyes, and I myself smiled at her joke, seeing how proud she was even of herself and me for such a bold game for my wife. - And we went with her ...
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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