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I was twenty, I was an active member of the Komsomol, and it is not surprising that at the next meeting I was elected to the committee of the Komsomol Institute. She straightened her shoulders, coped with her work, and that's how the most conscious, me and two others of the same “empty-headed” Komsomol, delegated to the district party conference to help. Guests to meet, the paper to lead, and yes you never know what ...
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- You're out of your mind, Seryozhenka! - Svetlana leaned over the table and gently ran over the guy's cheek with thin fingers. - What “I love you”, what “marry”? No, you are a very beautiful boy, so gentle, so kind ... Bambi, in a word, - she remembered a friend's old school name.
After these words, the inevitable "but" followed: - But I like brutal men. You will still find yourself a good girl, as intelligent as you are ...
The girl is bored ...
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After these words, the inevitable "but" followed: - But I like brutal men. You will still find yourself a good girl, as intelligent as you are ...
The girl is bored ...
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It was last summer, I am a young guy then 23 years old, and a long time fond of the topic of incest ... although not even incest, but just loving women for older, although he enjoyed the usual success with peers, but ... my soul wanted to understand what ... not the usual, this is what attracted the ladies at the age ...
The next summer day, warm, even hot, and pulling a dick in the bathroom did not attract me ... and finding an adult woman is a bit problematic ... or with a lover already, or young or something else, that ...
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The next summer day, warm, even hot, and pulling a dick in the bathroom did not attract me ... and finding an adult woman is a bit problematic ... or with a lover already, or young or something else, that ...
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This story occurred in college, after school, we still young students went to college, and there was a girl among us, her name was Angela, who was not quite full-fledged, mentally left, but beautiful madly, skaters, and diligent ... she is true staralas, and outwardly did not manifest itself - only by conversation it was clear that she was not healthy ... she was silent for now - she looked like an angel. Her mom was the owner of a beauty salon, and a daughter herself, or with the help of mom, but every morning ...
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Lena herself offered to go back through the forest. We rode bicycles along the forest path. Lena was in front, I was driving behind and from time to time looked at her round, seductive ass in tight shorts. To our left was a field overgrown with tall grass and thickets of hogweed, to our right was a forest. The place was deserted and very conducive for sex.
Lena was a pathetic girl and proud. Such a tall blonde, height under 180cm. Always dressed stylishly and expensively. Cute face ...
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Lena was a pathetic girl and proud. Such a tall blonde, height under 180cm. Always dressed stylishly and expensively. Cute face ...
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The performance of the Vremya Dreams group was more than successful and drummer Lyokha, wiping out sweat and taking a breath, went out through the back door of the club to smoke outside. Singer Alina, guitarist Yaroslav, bassist Misha and both keyboard players, Katya and Guzel, stayed for an autograph session, and Lyosha didn’t like such events, so he hastily retreated. In theory, he could have a smoke in the dressing room, but he knew that Katya, when he returned, would grumble because she was allergic to tobacco smoke, and he did not want to sit in the stuffiness. The club stood on the embankment, the time was later, there was not a soul there, and a fresh breeze was blowing from the Volga.
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It was not a very cozy early April morning in the yard, and I was again in the departure lounge of Moscow's Sheremetyevo Airport. Sleepingly absorbing breakfast from cream soup and freshly squeezed juice, I tried to estimate how many hours I had flown over the last couple of years that I study at a university in the States. The score went on many dozens, approaching a hundred - I felt uncomfortable with the impressive figures, I shook my head and decided that it would be more harmless and interesting to study people around ...
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This story will be painted from the man and his girlfriend - Stas! - Yes Nastya, what is it? - When will we start looking for a tenant for the second room? - Oh, yes ... today I will place in the "VK" - Just let's agree, so that without agencies! Why shouldn't someone overpay, so we need money. - Yes, I remember, okay. Leave it to me, finish all the breakfast and run to work.
My name is Stas, my bride - Nastya. We are both 23 years old, together already 1, 5 ...
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My name is Stas, my bride - Nastya. We are both 23 years old, together already 1, 5 ...
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I am a bitch. So life has turned out. After a couple of marriages and similarly unfortunate novels, I closed my heart and soul to the castle. Now I lived for my own pleasure, using male bodies, without looking into the souls. The benefit of the achieved standard of living allowed me to do this. Work in a large company in a managerial position made it possible to build your intimate life at will, without dwelling for a long time on a single male object. What they experienced after all was of little interest to me. I stepped over ...
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