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Me and my wife Sveta, we are 30 years old, and we live together for about five years.
In the first two years of family life, we practically did not get out of bed. Kama Sutra rested compared to our sex. Sex, and only sex was the main thing in our life. But time passed, and by five years of joint ...
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In the first two years of family life, we practically did not get out of bed. Kama Sutra rested compared to our sex. Sex, and only sex was the main thing in our life. But time passed, and by five years of joint ...
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It happened at a party where my wife and I were invited. Svetka and I have been married for 7 years and have never changed each other (it seems to me) everything was okay in sex, we can say it is ordinary, well, in general, it became boring. The party was in the country gathered about the birthday of a friend ...
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This spring, I was preparing for admission to the Institute of Physical Education. I have a friend who works as an instructor and caretaker in a sports complex at a departmental sanatorium. Since it was spring, there was no one else in the sanatorium except for pensioners, so nobody was in the hall ...
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I am 20 years old. I have been married for three years. I will write about my marriage another time. My husband is an awesome person. We can fuck three times a day, and he will still stand.
He is my only man. But I want to tell you not about this at all, but about how once or twice a year is ours ...
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He is my only man. But I want to tell you not about this at all, but about how once or twice a year is ours ...
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Sasha was my closest friend, but, unfortunately, after the death of her husband in her personal life, she had some setbacks. It was as if she were attracted to the bad, her fiancés were now a gangster, then a swindler ... Her father did not differ in intelligence, but there was enough aplomb, the next bridegroom suggested that he implement ...
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In my hands was the envelope handed to me by my wife. Through the translucent surface, I saw a piece of paper, inscribed from the bottom of the faith in a small, double-skinned hand. My wife went into the bedroom and calmed down there, and I went into the living room, and before I printed out the envelope, I turned it in my hands for a long time, thinking ...
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The girl Lena went to her dacha. She was alone. Lena recalled with emotion how her mother sent her to the country. It was already evening, and my mother, giving her daughter a bundle of food, sent her to the dacha and punished her: “You will spend the night there, and in the morning you will pick berries and tomatoes.” But not the tomatoes worried the girl ...
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My Kent got a job as a guard at the institute during the regional administration. Not because it’s a good job, but because sooner or later they give apartments there. I myself had to work in crowns, and he found a homeless man, made him wash himself, bought him clothes, and he spent the day there and spent the night than he ate unknown ...
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