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Gray Cat: What are you :))
Ryzhik :: what?
Gray Cat: well ... eyes ... what is dressed? :))
Ryzhik: neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... you have that memory, I already told you what I am ...
Gray Cat: Sorry ... your photos are not :))
Gray Cat: About clothes - no :))
Ryzhik: you said that bad stories ...
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Ryzhik :: what?
Gray Cat: well ... eyes ... what is dressed? :))
Ryzhik: neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... you have that memory, I already told you what I am ...
Gray Cat: Sorry ... your photos are not :))
Gray Cat: About clothes - no :))
Ryzhik: you said that bad stories ...
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SCLEROSIS IS NOT AN OLD AGE ... Once upon a time, it was still in the country of the Soviets. The ever-memorable socialism ruled over the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Specially I decipher for the younger generation - alas, not everyone with a run-up remembers what kind of abracadabra is - the USSR! I did not want to push out my age, but ... from him nowhere. And although old age is not when sclerosis, but old age — when memories are pleasant memories all the same brighten this very ... well, not young in general. 1976 (Dates ...
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Today I will see you ... Only from this thought inside from the bottom, everything rises in a wave ... Today ... I am happy ... I fly ... I carefully gather, I want to be unforgettable ... For you ... Fragrant foamy bath ... Down with excess hair ... Smoothly shaved pussy ... Delicate body mousse ... Rubbing mousse into the body ... the hands themselves begin to gently and excitingly slide ... My thoughts, only about you ... My hands are no longer mine ... These are your hands, such warm, strong, passionate walks through my body ...
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- Well, you bastard, walk up? Male damn! Look how much dirt you brought down behind you! I did not sleep all night, I thought - where is he, with whom is he ...
She always met him like that. She found in this swearing special pleasure. And in the event that there was nothing to swear, she ...
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She always met him like that. She found in this swearing special pleasure. And in the event that there was nothing to swear, she ...
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We did not call up. Still, she is a married woman, and there’s nothing to risk. But I constantly recalled her visit, and in the groin felt voluptuous languor. After a couple of weeks, I was no longer able to think about anything other than ill-fated accounts. Every day, returning from the service, I opened the mailbox and through clenched teeth of negligent public utilities.
Her call on Friday afternoon took me by surprise:
- Hello! What's up with the bills? - the voice was such as if they had broken up only in the morning, - ...
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Her call on Friday afternoon took me by surprise:
- Hello! What's up with the bills? - the voice was such as if they had broken up only in the morning, - ...
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