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Petya Kasatonov at the age of eighteen was somewhat intricate. It happens the same - a student, an excellent student and a complete asshole. However, no one suffered from Petit's stupidity, except for his penis. Having smoothly passed from the age of the pampers to the age of “sneakers”, Peter started in ...
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When in the morning we were lying naked on the couch, Lena for the third time (the first two I otmazatsya, inclining her to normal sex) began to persuade me to caress her tongue pussy. Making sure that I did not heed the direct requests, she went to the trick, lay on her back, spread to the sides ...
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I lay on the couch, turning the radiotelephone in my hand, wondering about who I would meet today. All options were inappropriate - one left, the other was not at home, the third did not want to:
Suddenly a phone number came up in my head - it was YULYA - a girl of 23 years old. Not very beautiful ...
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Suddenly a phone number came up in my head - it was YULYA - a girl of 23 years old. Not very beautiful ...
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She was driving south. I was driving alone, I wanted loneliness and adventure. An elderly couple sat in the compartment with her in Moscow and one regiment remained free. Towards evening, at some provincial station, she went out on the platform to smoke and get a little airy and paid attention to ...
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Kohl, along with other programmers, came on a business trip to one of the towns near Moscow just before the New Year. Before the holidays, it was necessary to hand over the system to the customer, and, as usual, the assault began. Places in the dormitory of the enterprise were not, sent ...
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“Why,” she asked him, “why have you changed so much?” What happened?
“Nothing,” Deutsch said indifferently.
He ate potatoes. Golden slices emitted a delicate smell, he punctured them with a fork one by one and sent them into his mouth. Sometimes he picked up lying on the edge of his plate ...
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“Nothing,” Deutsch said indifferently.
He ate potatoes. Golden slices emitted a delicate smell, he punctured them with a fork one by one and sent them into his mouth. Sometimes he picked up lying on the edge of his plate ...
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