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While Roxy primped in front of the mirror, painted her sexy lips with bright lipstick, the curious Chief was very interested in the icon with the “18+” icon on her computer and he clicked with great interest on the link that led him to her secret files where there were stories with very colorful painted erotic scenes. “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” the chef drawled out, smiling mysteriously. - There your new draft of the story, read, I think everyone will like it - and once again giving it a sly look. He is calm ...
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I will never be heard, because I have nothing that makes stories fascinating. No dynamics, no movement. These words are known to me, but their meaning remains beyond understanding.
My only journey was my birth. In the glamor of the world, driven by warm gusts of wind, gentle touches of rain, having overcome a huge path of twelve meters and seventy-four and a half centimeters, I began the journey much more complete, but not at all spectacular.
The roads were still ...
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My only journey was my birth. In the glamor of the world, driven by warm gusts of wind, gentle touches of rain, having overcome a huge path of twelve meters and seventy-four and a half centimeters, I began the journey much more complete, but not at all spectacular.
The roads were still ...
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It took exactly forty-seven blue wax crayons to write this, one notebook in an oblique line, three helium pens, two garbage bags of waste paper, several sketches and one death. I hope it was worth it. Especially sorry for the shade of indigo chalk.
Maria was born at five minutes past eleven in a chintz upholstered train compartment that departed from Sant Lawrence Station, a seedy village somewhere in the west of the country. She was supposed to be Peter. At eleven thirty seven from the window of the express train was thrown out ...
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Maria was born at five minutes past eleven in a chintz upholstered train compartment that departed from Sant Lawrence Station, a seedy village somewhere in the west of the country. She was supposed to be Peter. At eleven thirty seven from the window of the express train was thrown out ...
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A low key melody flowed from the speaker. She agitated something inside. A chill ran impulse from the neck and along the vertebrae, down, straight to his hot lips, following the wet path of kisses.
Hands stroke and squeeze my buttocks. I dissolve into his caressing touches, the heat of desire accumulated under my stomach. He eats me. The lips are persistent, they move to the neck, and I shudder when my breath burns my ear. Tense member rests on the hollow on the back.
I grab the sheets ...
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Hands stroke and squeeze my buttocks. I dissolve into his caressing touches, the heat of desire accumulated under my stomach. He eats me. The lips are persistent, they move to the neck, and I shudder when my breath burns my ear. Tense member rests on the hollow on the back.
I grab the sheets ...
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How did this quarrel occur? Boryan was hard to understand.
Vika began to throw out emotions, grasping at some insignificant reason, at the same time, remembering all his jambs over the last millennium. Otmazyvatsya was useless - he knew that. Moreover, she was just waiting for this, waiting for the fire when a liter of gasoline is splashed into it in order to embrace Boryan’s moral essence with its hot flame.
He tried to calm her down, as always, being in a glass-tin state, so as not to provoke ...
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Vika began to throw out emotions, grasping at some insignificant reason, at the same time, remembering all his jambs over the last millennium. Otmazyvatsya was useless - he knew that. Moreover, she was just waiting for this, waiting for the fire when a liter of gasoline is splashed into it in order to embrace Boryan’s moral essence with its hot flame.
He tried to calm her down, as always, being in a glass-tin state, so as not to provoke ...
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This woman awakens in me the darkest desires. I am only her wordless slave, that I must honor all my family if I want to survive in this evil world. She promises to lift me to the top, to open the doors of success on my path.
On sleepless nights, when my inflamed brain is tormented by it, I pray for the absolution so that it never gets in my way. So unpredictable and reasonable.
My parents introduced us.
When our paths crossed for the first time, I was young and stupid, and she seemed so ...
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On sleepless nights, when my inflamed brain is tormented by it, I pray for the absolution so that it never gets in my way. So unpredictable and reasonable.
My parents introduced us.
When our paths crossed for the first time, I was young and stupid, and she seemed so ...
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I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. The room is dimly lit. I grope my mobile phone with my hand, its light blinds me when I first press the lock button. Early morning. I put the mobile screen down and turn it over on its side, hand drawing the breathing body closer.
Her ass rests right on my dick. She mumbles something unintelligible, twists and turns, and obsoles her hand under her cheek. My girl I slowly climb under the shirt until my hand gropes evenly over the chest. So warm ...
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Her ass rests right on my dick. She mumbles something unintelligible, twists and turns, and obsoles her hand under her cheek. My girl I slowly climb under the shirt until my hand gropes evenly over the chest. So warm ...
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It was a one night connection. One dark night hiding the secrets of the quivering bodies. She swaddled us, pushed two trembling bodies.
I still don't know his name. Darkened room, twisted sheets. He outlined the path from my neck to my chest, barely touching the skin. Fingers squeezed my nipples. A cry of pleasure falls from his lips and is immediately lost in his melting gaze. Only this night. And we.
He pushed me onto the bed. The darkness thickened around. The quiet creaking of the springs, he pressed against me with his whole body ...
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I still don't know his name. Darkened room, twisted sheets. He outlined the path from my neck to my chest, barely touching the skin. Fingers squeezed my nipples. A cry of pleasure falls from his lips and is immediately lost in his melting gaze. Only this night. And we.
He pushed me onto the bed. The darkness thickened around. The quiet creaking of the springs, he pressed against me with his whole body ...
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I have been working as an electric train driver in the Moscow metro for several years. Many people think that the metro driver is just sitting in the cab and pulling the handle. We pull, yes, but mostly at home and something else. So what to do? People we are usually lonely. Think for yourself what kind of girl would stand if, for example, I leave for work early this morning, tomorrow - in the evening, the day after tomorrow I have a night shift and a day off for me - when she works. Although, with my salary, she can not work. Ay, girls, if that, it was such a thin hint, but oh well.
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I was left alone with Tanya in a compartment, a little inspired by the rum with RedBull. What are two young, free, sexy people doing there for some time deprived of carnal love, after a couple of glasses of a fire-alone? Of course, they sit shoulder to shoulder and watch funny videos on YouTube on the tablet. Yes, of course, they do not think about it at all, I personally thought only about sex, I don’t even really remember what kind of garbage we looked there. I remember how I just mentally stripped Tanya, and I thought they were being realized ...
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