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I always took care of Katka, the younger sister. And when she called in one of the beautiful evenings, I rushed to her without hesitation. Katka successfully married, and now she and her husband lived in a penthouse in one of the newly built houses in the center. My sister's voice in the phone was weeping, and besides, I clearly could see strange strange sounds. “She does blowjob or something?” - I thought then, not knowing how close I was to the truth.
Katkin's husband met me in their huge hallway and, silently taking him to Loko ...
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Katkin's husband met me in their huge hallway and, silently taking him to Loko ...
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Such a chance would hardly have fallen Ghona yet someday. On the one hand, Beal could lie, and then now the battle group was going into a trap. On the other hand, Ghon did not notice any signs of lies, and the risk was fully justified. All the men of the nest, as well as Lara and Gyizalina, were wearing camouflage and well-armed. Automatic rifles, two light machine guns, a sniper rifle, a pile of grenades and huge raid backpacks on their shoulders — the reconnaissance group was cautious, but as quickly as possible. Still to the castle ...
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Going home, I could only think about one thing. Well, you know about that. Before my eyes flashed such pictures of what had just happened, that it was fit to take off his pants and masturbate right here and now in the middle of the street. I enjoyed looking closely at the women I encountered and meticulously compared them to Tasha. The weather was warm, and those encountered were dressed accordingly. All comparisons were clearly not in favor of those encountered, although there were some people with whom it was possible ...
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That day, the gentlemen left for the city, to the house of Don Avares Stemton. Stemton received the post of chief judge of the city and invited all influential people to celebrate this event. And the young Don Alberto, a dissolute young man who is not distinguished by either decency or education ...
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- And if I do not want? “You haven't tried it yet.” How would you know? - Well ... I already like it. Maybe you can postpone? - Alas. Everyone goes through this, honey. And you, and me, and all our ancestors are women. - What a stupid custom? Why not out of love, mom? - Oh, you will love, baby. Rest assured. - And you, just like that, fell in love with dad? - Of course. You still do not understand. This ritual is called ...
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Hello! My name is Alexander. I am 35. My stories are divided into: fantasy and real. Studying the issues of sex, because I really love this business, I am especially interested in the topic “sex with ladies over forty. By the way, my "lineup", or rather, the track record of 18 and, the limit is 62 years old woman.
Also, I received in the “lichku” many reviews and requests to write about my situation with my aunt, I will definitely post my story, just my aunt comes again in August and I would like to add it last ...
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Also, I received in the “lichku” many reviews and requests to write about my situation with my aunt, I will definitely post my story, just my aunt comes again in August and I would like to add it last ...
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- Mr. Brooke? Miss Cornby? Everything is good? I ask in the car.
- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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In the school canteen of Greenwood, there was chaos, usual for lunchtime. The students made noises shoving, winning over the space at the almost fully occupied desks. The main part of the room was filled with long tables with benches at which students could have lunch. Kitchen and dispensing racks stood along one of the walls. Pupils took the food they liked, moving along the racks and paying for it at the other end.
Karen Williamson stood with a tray searching in vain for a free spot. Long tables in ...
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Karen Williamson stood with a tray searching in vain for a free spot. Long tables in ...
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She was the most blonde blonde he had ever seen. Her hair was not even flaxen, but moonlight - their color was mixed from some elusive alloy of gold, silver and platinum. Even peroxide clarification did not give such shimmering silverness, which nature and the sun, the cruel southern sun, which had completely burned out her hair, gave her. It was a natural color, never touched by paint. Someone, and Lipatov understood such things. He saw it in the roots, in the whiteness of the eyebrows and eyelashes, and in the freckles, and in the eyes — aquamarine and transparent — like shoals under Fiolent. Such whiteheads are found only in villages and in the provinces, where ancient genes are still strong and have absorbed the millennial sun of the steppes. At dusk, she seemed to be gray, and it was strange to look at a half-child figure with a white cloud-like head.
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He was not like a naughty puppy, who conceived a dirty trick, or something like a rapist maniac who chose a victim. The tip of the wet tongue occasionally appeared at the corners of the mouth; eyes the color of milk chocolate eagerly ran around, stopping for a fraction of seconds at the beautiful women, which, by the way, the bar was enough.
Amal forced herself to look away from Angelo. There was nothing attractive about him; rather, on the contrary, he aroused in her a cross between contempt and disgust ...
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Amal forced herself to look away from Angelo. There was nothing attractive about him; rather, on the contrary, he aroused in her a cross between contempt and disgust ...
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