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I stand near the window and look at the gray sky, from which the fine December snow is slowly falling. From the height of the eighth floor there is a view of a gloomy courtyard surrounded by faceless panel houses, powdered with this very snow, on bare trees and rare passers-by hurrying about their business. It is already getting dark, so even these sad species are hard to guess.
I look at my watch and turn on my camcorder. It's time to get down to business.
There is a quiet knock on the door. - Who's there? - Uh ... I ...
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I look at my watch and turn on my camcorder. It's time to get down to business.
There is a quiet knock on the door. - Who's there? - Uh ... I ...
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I handed over a number, an extra T-shirt and a dress to the consultant and proceeded to the cashier. When I was already paying for a t-shirt, this couple came out of the fitting and they stood in line with their purchases through a man from me. It was noticeable that the girl behaved somehow constrained and poorly responded to the remarks of her companion.
Her gaze lingered on the T-shirt that I had just handed to the seller, then I caught my eye on her and winked at her. She straightened her hair and covered part of her face with me.
Girl...
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Her gaze lingered on the T-shirt that I had just handed to the seller, then I caught my eye on her and winked at her. She straightened her hair and covered part of her face with me.
Girl...
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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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In the courtyard spring, the sun, streams flow, birds chirp. But I'm not up to them, I have another heavy shooting day. The camera is set up, I'm ready too.
I remind you: in the courtyard is the middle of blessed and carefree null, the action takes place all in the same rented apartment in a residential area of one of the regional centers of the European part of Russia.
Knock on the door. - Enter.
A girl in a denim suit comes in: tall, wide-shouldered, with bulging breasts and powerful legs. The face is not pretty, but ...
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I remind you: in the courtyard is the middle of blessed and carefree null, the action takes place all in the same rented apartment in a residential area of one of the regional centers of the European part of Russia.
Knock on the door. - Enter.
A girl in a denim suit comes in: tall, wide-shouldered, with bulging breasts and powerful legs. The face is not pretty, but ...
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- Well, how, like other people's dick suck, eh ?! - I say evil and bitter, almost breaking into a hysterical cry. - It's good to carry garbage, fool, - Vika tries to portray irritation, but the fear in her voice is felt, she is frightened. And there is something to fear, there is! - Do not play the fool, whore! - I am approaching my face to the face of my wife so that evil drops of saliva drip onto her chin, and she frowns as if it is the strongest poison. So it is, my saliva is now worse than poison ...
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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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The flyer went to these places infrequently and he did not have a clear timetable. After the night duty, Vadim always stood at a bus stop for a different amount of time - sometimes the grav-ticket arrived in ten minutes, and sometimes it was necessary to wait up to half an hour. The job of the janitor was exhausting, however, Vadim did not complain. The warehouse owner could hire a watchdog robot for a long time, but for quotas on living labor, they were given quite good tax breaks, so Vadim had a permanent job, bringing money, despite the full ...
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After making a decision on the emancipation of my wife Irina, our intimate life received a second wind. I will try in order to present a couple of events that left a vivid impression.
Event 1.
My first bed “experience” with my wife showed that the problem of “boring” intimate life is not Irina’s lack of desire for sex, but in banal complexes inherent in many women. And as life experience shows, the most effective way to solve many problems is to knock it out with a wedge. Task...
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Event 1.
My first bed “experience” with my wife showed that the problem of “boring” intimate life is not Irina’s lack of desire for sex, but in banal complexes inherent in many women. And as life experience shows, the most effective way to solve many problems is to knock it out with a wedge. Task...
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Vikinas boobs, filled with new fruit ripening in her womb, walked shakily to Michael's fierce frictions. Vika leaned on her elbows and now her swollen nipples rubbed against the burgundy burgundy cover of the ottoman. She closed her eyes from pleasure and moaned slightly, biting her lip. It was impossible to make noise, as I would not want, because in the next bedroom, behind a closed door, our sons slept. I looked at her sweaty from the southern heat and from the heat of the fucker's body and stroked my half-standing member through the shorts ...
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My name is Anya, I am 20 years old. I met my boyfriend Stas 4 years ago when I was in 10th grade. Stas is a year older than me, we met at the birthday of my classmate Alina.
Today I break up with him. I leave, because I grew up and understood my mistakes. I am parting because I can no longer be silent every day about what happened that day.
It happened 2 years ago, I finished 11th grade. The exams were over, and there was only free summer ahead and thoughts about how ...
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Today I break up with him. I leave, because I grew up and understood my mistakes. I am parting because I can no longer be silent every day about what happened that day.
It happened 2 years ago, I finished 11th grade. The exams were over, and there was only free summer ahead and thoughts about how ...
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