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I notice it from afar. Long-haired, stooped, with glasses - even in the dark it is hard not to recognize. In a gray coat with a hood thrown over her head, she quickly minces along the path in my direction. She looks down at her feet and actively waves her right hand so as not to slip. Left she holds the bag.
Here between the kindergarten and the house formed a narrow trodden path leading to the subway. I am already walking along this path, between us twenty meters - no more. Suddenly, I slip and picture ...
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Here between the kindergarten and the house formed a narrow trodden path leading to the subway. I am already walking along this path, between us twenty meters - no more. Suddenly, I slip and picture ...
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I immediately spotted it. Of all the zamuhryshkas that I came across, she was the queen of the Damned.
Pale as death, with two magnifying glasses in a thick frame, with huge purulent acne of different degrees of maturity - from burgundy abscesses to white champignons - she minced a gray mouse down the corridor so that she could not keep up. With an elusive shadow, she slipped past in a brown knitted sweater that hung with sacking on it and was all covered with pellets. On her thin curves ...
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Pale as death, with two magnifying glasses in a thick frame, with huge purulent acne of different degrees of maturity - from burgundy abscesses to white champignons - she minced a gray mouse down the corridor so that she could not keep up. With an elusive shadow, she slipped past in a brown knitted sweater that hung with sacking on it and was all covered with pellets. On her thin curves ...
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So ... We need to pull yourself together and get ready for the road. At home, I will make decisions on a calm head. - Tatiana thought.
Only she could put herself in order, wipe away the tears, as Dimka looked into the room. Her gaze did not hide from his gaze. - Mom, what happened? - Yes, everything is fine. Just somehow sad that the rest is over and we must return to city workdays. Go, get ready and wait for me at the bus stop.
At home, Tatyana began to think: what to do with ...
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Only she could put herself in order, wipe away the tears, as Dimka looked into the room. Her gaze did not hide from his gaze. - Mom, what happened? - Yes, everything is fine. Just somehow sad that the rest is over and we must return to city workdays. Go, get ready and wait for me at the bus stop.
At home, Tatyana began to think: what to do with ...
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Sport has turned into a slave trade, they buy a well-playing body, regardless of whether it understands that the fans scream “his”, who have turned the matchmaking into a very dangerous kind of game of young males and who joined them to the females.
There is a peculiar sex-marathon for funks: buy through familiar fans and carry a false flare through the control into the tribune zone in the condom, make an exciting action - let the controller touch their boobs without a bodice through the thrown ...
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There is a peculiar sex-marathon for funks: buy through familiar fans and carry a false flare through the control into the tribune zone in the condom, make an exciting action - let the controller touch their boobs without a bodice through the thrown ...
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- And my grandmother also said that in no case should a girl pick up a fallen umbrella, a man should lift it ... - My name is Anna. - Very nice, Vyacheslav or Glory ... - Glory, take me as a wife! - I tensely subsided ... such an unexpected test ... a bet - love - Yes! Yes! Yes!
Comic talk turns into a serious passionate kissing while standing on a sidewalk ... - I agree. You...
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Comic talk turns into a serious passionate kissing while standing on a sidewalk ... - I agree. You...
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I read the story "With my mother at the camp site." He hooked me. Obviously, the story focuses on the seduction aspect. True, the parts are not detailed, but schematically. As far as I could, I painted these places, removed the implausible moments.
I am also not a supporter of the demonstration of inter-ethnic relations between Caucasians and Slavic women. But:
1. If I had changed the partner’s nationality, the story would have been completely changed;
2. Women are to blame for their accessibility .;
So I left ...
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I am also not a supporter of the demonstration of inter-ethnic relations between Caucasians and Slavic women. But:
1. If I had changed the partner’s nationality, the story would have been completely changed;
2. Women are to blame for their accessibility .;
So I left ...
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Because of traffic jams, I had to wait a long time for the bus. At the bus stop, an already irritated crowd of passengers of our route has accumulated. But other numbers of buses drove up, but ours was not there. A beautiful young couple stood out among those waiting, who found a good way to pass the time - namely, kissing, not paying attention to the condemning glances of the grannies. And the girl figure was a miracle as good. She was wearing a mini-skirt and an almost completely clear blouse. And they kissed very sensually. When ...
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He threw a quick glance at her: miniskirt, translucent blouse, slightly lifting the fabric translucent wandering nipples.
He sat opposite to her, opened the book, noticed a mask of “neglect” on her face. My book “upside down” was a clear signal to her, finally, and noticed that she was smiling a little.
My eyes began to gently caress her legs, they showed the intention to move in different directions, but moved apart only slightly by a centimeter. Her eyes were covered with light languishing intrigues. I have...
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He sat opposite to her, opened the book, noticed a mask of “neglect” on her face. My book “upside down” was a clear signal to her, finally, and noticed that she was smiling a little.
My eyes began to gently caress her legs, they showed the intention to move in different directions, but moved apart only slightly by a centimeter. Her eyes were covered with light languishing intrigues. I have...
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My rational brain painfully squeezes my hair with my own hands into a fist: Priduroshnaya, what are you doing, you are stepping on the same fucking rake ... and the heart that is hungry for love is already beating strongly even from its short SMS message of three words! .. There is no sleep, for months now, the spouse-gamer has not been jealous of death, but the vulgar "come on while they offer" turns on my head ...
I caught myself on the fact that I clearly define with what kind of man there will be passion and inevitable sex ... Absolutely not dependent, where I see him ...
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I caught myself on the fact that I clearly define with what kind of man there will be passion and inevitable sex ... Absolutely not dependent, where I see him ...
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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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