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The next day, Christine called Matthew. She was pleased to hear the low manly timbre of his voice, especially since on the phone he sounded even somehow more charmingly and confidently, albeit with a chill. He asked her a couple of questions about the case, about how she slept and something else of the same kind, and then informed that until the parents arrived in St. Petersburg, they would not have the opportunity to meet.
“Okay,” Christine muttered in an uncertain tone, also asked Matvey about the case and ...
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I woke up from the fact that I kissed. Soft, gentle, gentle, but tangible. Female lips touched my nose, cheeks, lips, ears and neck. At times, I felt how she stuck out the tip of her naughty tongue and held it to me on the lips, ear or eyelid, and I was tickled, but also very nice. Without opening my eyes, I ...
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It may seem to someone that this is an ordinary obscure February day. Yes, this is, however, an ordinary winter day: everyone is in a hurry about their business, they work, they rush into transport, go shopping, get cold, warm up - the list goes on and on. But on this day, all the usual things seem to be something special. And the reason is the date - February 14th. It so happened that on this day everyone around is talking about love. And judging by the weather, even the sun went on a date to the beloved moon, and ...
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I sat in an apartment with a childhood friend and drank with him. Fifteen years of my early marriage were under the tail of a cat. My wife filed for divorce, a fifteen-year-old daughter, because of whom, in effect, we got married, after the flight, was even glad that we were getting a divorce. Both of them wanted freedom, freedom from me, always busy and disappearing on long trips. The missions were so long that the wife had already begun to live in a civil marriage with a new polisher of her body. Daughters also liked ...
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Dear readers, I continue to tell you about my adventures and in 51 stories I will describe one more. For those who still do not know me, I will briefly describe myself. Now I am 24 years old. My name is Ilona. And so I'm a simple Ukrainian girl. Slim, of medium height with dark hair and a chest of the second size. And now I'll start my story.
It was already the middle of spring. It was getting warmer and sometimes sitting in boring lectures was so hard. Yes, and special benefits from the study of political science for their economic profession ...
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It was already the middle of spring. It was getting warmer and sometimes sitting in boring lectures was so hard. Yes, and special benefits from the study of political science for their economic profession ...
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The sms signal sounded, and Christine jumped up in dismay on the bed, looking around. She barely opened her eyes, rubbed her face with her palms, and, squinting, tried to recall what had happened. Fascinatingly beautiful bedroom pressed on all sides with the gloom and monumentality of the interior. There was something mysteriously frightening and at the same time excitingly sentimental in all this pretentiously luxurious gothic. Heavy burgundy curtains of one window ...
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Sveta woke up late at night because she was cold, she saw a working television and was surprised, she was so tired that she forgot to turn it off. She took out a pillow and a blanket, undressed, turned off the TV, and again plunged into the pool of dreams.
The sun had just risen when the girl stretched blissfully and sat on the couch. Sveta remembered the last dream in which for some reason she played volleyball. In both teams, she was the only girl, and when they were beaten, she had to suck ...
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The sun had just risen when the girl stretched blissfully and sat on the couch. Sveta remembered the last dream in which for some reason she played volleyball. In both teams, she was the only girl, and when they were beaten, she had to suck ...
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In the evening, Lisa could not sleep for a long time. She was tormented by torments of conscience, she hated herself for allowing herself to commit with her daughter, until recently, so close and loving her mother. The events of the last days crossed out all family relationships that were built and debugged in their small family before the ill-fated holiday.
If before, Katya was simply an intolerable teenage rebel, now, in addition to this, she has become a slutty girl who loves alcohol and is not embarrassed about it. Such...
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If before, Katya was simply an intolerable teenage rebel, now, in addition to this, she has become a slutty girl who loves alcohol and is not embarrassed about it. Such...
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Dear readers in my 47 story, I will describe one of my sexual adventures for you. Briefly remind myself. My name is Ilona. Now I am 24 years old, and so I am a simple Ukrainian girl, of medium height, slim, with a breast of the second size, and on the whole quite a pretty and attractive one. And now I begin my story.
Spring has begun. Although somehow she still did not feel. It was snowing, even though the temperature rose during the day, but by nightfall it fell into minus. I and Svetka just signed up for a driving school ...
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Spring has begun. Although somehow she still did not feel. It was snowing, even though the temperature rose during the day, but by nightfall it fell into minus. I and Svetka just signed up for a driving school ...
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