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I definitely needed a shotgun. Just from the sofa, from where you could clearly see the front door, you could get into that idiot who decided to wake a man with a hangover. Restless bastard. I get up, rearranging the wadded legs and, squinting against the bright light from the window, I move to open it. Not that I didn’t like my brother at all, but now I was ready to strangle him. - Good morning. “Go to hell,” the voice sank as well. As in a fog, images of yesterday begin to emerge ...
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July 10, 2027 - Stop! - I shouted and rushed after him. - Stop the bus!
He waved his hands, trying to catch up with the car, but it was too late. The driver simply did not notice me.
I ran onto the track, ran about ten meters and stopped. - Heck!
The lungs were breaking, it seemed that the broken glass had been pushed into them. Breathing was hard and painful.
“But he ran through everything,” thought his physical fitness with annoyance. - It would be necessary to work out, and then ...
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He waved his hands, trying to catch up with the car, but it was too late. The driver simply did not notice me.
I ran onto the track, ran about ten meters and stopped. - Heck!
The lungs were breaking, it seemed that the broken glass had been pushed into them. Breathing was hard and painful.
“But he ran through everything,” thought his physical fitness with annoyance. - It would be necessary to work out, and then ...
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I start a new series of stories about a girl who could not live without sex, flirting, seduction. Do not judge her harshly, she is just one of those who are frank in their desires.
- Are you Alina? - A man appears next to me, to whom he is forty years old, although maybe even forty-five.
- Yes, and you, probably Grisha? So wonderful that you managed to meet me! - I smile and stretch my lips to his cheek. It is evident that he is embarrassed, but also how pleasant it is ...
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- Are you Alina? - A man appears next to me, to whom he is forty years old, although maybe even forty-five.
- Yes, and you, probably Grisha? So wonderful that you managed to meet me! - I smile and stretch my lips to his cheek. It is evident that he is embarrassed, but also how pleasant it is ...
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*** The story is based on the real Anna ***
An adult bald man, forty-six years old, confidently descended the stairs and had already reached the fifth floor. In his hand he held a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Today was a special day, or rather an evening, but especially a special night was supposed to turn out, and Victor felt it with all his gut. His wife went on a weekend to her mother, who had a knee in pain, and Victor had a long-awaited chance, which he immediately decided to take full advantage of.
His goal in this ...
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An adult bald man, forty-six years old, confidently descended the stairs and had already reached the fifth floor. In his hand he held a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Today was a special day, or rather an evening, but especially a special night was supposed to turn out, and Victor felt it with all his gut. His wife went on a weekend to her mother, who had a knee in pain, and Victor had a long-awaited chance, which he immediately decided to take full advantage of.
His goal in this ...
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It happened one warm summer evening. That is the golden time of the year when it is a crime to stay at home. By a decisive gesture of pulling out the phone, I easily found Tatiana's number ... Tanya is one of many girls from the Internet, from a dating site, to be exact. Short correspondence and ...
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