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Unlike many of my other stories, where I first describe in a long time and in detail how I met the heroine and outline her life path, and then turn to sex, in this article I first want to outline the sexual practice that has developed with Ruslana, which is very unique to me and unusual for readers, and then sketch out what is deposited in memory, which allows us to consider our proximity not just intimate, but friendly and human in the first place.
For a long time to me ...
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July, heat, asphalt melts. We with the boys decided to drive on the river, refresh yourself. We, this is me, Sanya, and two guys a little younger: Slavik and Vovan, brothers.
Well, what a river without girls? We phoned our girlfriends: Tanke, Elke and Zarina, but they were not opposed, they themselves weary from the heat. Moreover, in our not very hot Ural regions the temperature for 30+ is not so often the case.
We met in the park square, which is not far from our houses. We all live nearby, went to the same school ...
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Well, what a river without girls? We phoned our girlfriends: Tanke, Elke and Zarina, but they were not opposed, they themselves weary from the heat. Moreover, in our not very hot Ural regions the temperature for 30+ is not so often the case.
We met in the park square, which is not far from our houses. We all live nearby, went to the same school ...
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A month has passed since those incredible events. All this time, I went to some kind of prostration. Nakatila depression. Finding Olya in social networks was not possible. In my understanding, this devil raised the bar for all the girls and absolutely did not want to think about anyone else. I have never had anyone since. Of course, a couple of times I had the idea to meet someone in the same way, but she broke up about the thought that this would not happen again. In the evenings, coming after school, I turned on ...
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I went to her room, the door was covered, but the gap made me see everything that was original.
Sister stood with his face, facing the window, sticking out his back and putting his head in the blood, and Maga thrashing the fuck on his foot, back to me ...
She moaned, buried in a pillow. His movements drove her crazy. I stood and did not know how I feel, it was anger, jealousy, it was a revolution inside. At the same time, I was thinking about why, she knows that I will be back soon and why she is still giving in and screaming in our house ...
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Sister stood with his face, facing the window, sticking out his back and putting his head in the blood, and Maga thrashing the fuck on his foot, back to me ...
She moaned, buried in a pillow. His movements drove her crazy. I stood and did not know how I feel, it was anger, jealousy, it was a revolution inside. At the same time, I was thinking about why, she knows that I will be back soon and why she is still giving in and screaming in our house ...
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Oh, oh, oh, her! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Seryozha, my love! Oooh!
Lyuba screamed in a low chest voice, the cave already thoroughly stretched by the excited end of her husband convulsively contracted and expired with orgasmic juices. The woman trembled with her whole body sitting astride on Sergei spread out on the bed and squeezing his shoulders tightly ... Finally, with a slight hoarse, she leaned weakly and tightly pressed her hot breasts to her lover's skin. - Sergei, how I love you ... - & nbsp ...
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Lyuba screamed in a low chest voice, the cave already thoroughly stretched by the excited end of her husband convulsively contracted and expired with orgasmic juices. The woman trembled with her whole body sitting astride on Sergei spread out on the bed and squeezing his shoulders tightly ... Finally, with a slight hoarse, she leaned weakly and tightly pressed her hot breasts to her lover's skin. - Sergei, how I love you ... - & nbsp ...
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From the author: The long-awaited sequel! For the rest, everything is as usual: a bunch of mats, curses, “dirty” words, after which, as a child, my mouth was washed with soap, and, of course, big cocks! Where do without them! So that lovers of cultural expressions of their thoughts, as well as the valuers of realism, can pass by. But do not miss important information at the end of the story.
She wanted to say: "No, I can not, I can not," but she understood what she was lying.
Rodion's long thin cock was surrounded by thick pubic hair. Big ...
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She wanted to say: "No, I can not, I can not," but she understood what she was lying.
Rodion's long thin cock was surrounded by thick pubic hair. Big ...
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A huge tent towered above the forest guard camps. The tent belonged to the replaceable leader - the old, experienced Krauk. As a rule, at sunset, the bustle in the camp was stopped and the guards, behind the thick velvet canopy of the tent, could hear only silence. However, already the second evening, the thick canvas let through completely different sounds.
Now, a sensitive hearing of the guard could discern heavy breathing, a strained cough, and, perhaps, moist sounds that somehow resemble a splash of water.
No one knew exactly what ...
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Now, a sensitive hearing of the guard could discern heavy breathing, a strained cough, and, perhaps, moist sounds that somehow resemble a splash of water.
No one knew exactly what ...
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- Yanochka, my mother and I are going to the yacht club, will you go? - Dad asked, knowing that I would refuse. - No daddy, thanks, I will prepare for the tests - I answered loudly, knowing that the guard would hear me for sure. - Well dear - closing the door threw dad.
“Well, let's begin” - I thought cheerfully, knowing exactly that the farmer and the guard thought about me for half a day. I pull on short sports shorts that pleasantly tickle the skin, there is nothing under them, and a t-shirt ...
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“Well, let's begin” - I thought cheerfully, knowing exactly that the farmer and the guard thought about me for half a day. I pull on short sports shorts that pleasantly tickle the skin, there is nothing under them, and a t-shirt ...
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My torn ass rested from the fuck given by a taxi driver. Sperm flowed slowly down the legs. I leaned against the hood of the car on which I was so sweet pearls, and breathed as squeaks of brakes and happily surprised shouts. Near us, who had just surrendered to carnal vaginal, anal and oral pleasures, the car slowed down. And along the way in the cabin were friends of my cool-ebar. - Oooh, buddy, it's time to share joy with friends, - & nbsp ...
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Jorge Luis Borges
who came up with the genre of reviews of unwritten works,
is dedicated to
The next “multi-volume” DD is simultaneously similar and not like its previous creations.
It looks like the fact that he met the heroine on Mamba. The fact that he entered into a long trusting correspondence (transferring it at the request of the girl to Odnoklassniki, as a less compromising resource, and then completely switching to the exchange of letters through e-mail). By gradually finding out everything possible about her past and current ...
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who came up with the genre of reviews of unwritten works,
is dedicated to
The next “multi-volume” DD is simultaneously similar and not like its previous creations.
It looks like the fact that he met the heroine on Mamba. The fact that he entered into a long trusting correspondence (transferring it at the request of the girl to Odnoklassniki, as a less compromising resource, and then completely switching to the exchange of letters through e-mail). By gradually finding out everything possible about her past and current ...
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