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I get up from the couch, unbuttoning my jeans. She watches my movements. No modesty. Nothing extra. When it catches my eye, it does not give me a single sign, like "come on soon, I was waiting for it" or "take off your clothes and fuck me." I want to see it. Now I just need something besides her coldness and restraint.
Member do not touch. I just drop my pants and, stepping over them, take a step towards her. Here, something flashed. Somewhere deep, but I managed to notice. - What is stopping you? Why me...
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Member do not touch. I just drop my pants and, stepping over them, take a step towards her. Here, something flashed. Somewhere deep, but I managed to notice. - What is stopping you? Why me...
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This story was told to me at the end of the 70s by a familiar classmate. We studied in the same course, but in different faculties of a large, not very prestigious institute. I met her, being already on the 5th course, approximately in October-November. Marina (we will call her that) was ...
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Do you respect the people around you?
Throughout his life, Oleg was convinced that people should respect themselves. There is no point in treating a person well if he is disrespectful towards himself. Why, he had to respect drug addicts who deliberately poison their bodies and cannot find the willpower to stop themselves. Why he had to respect drunks who were ready to beat his wife, if she did not give money to get drunk. And most importantly, why he had to respect women who are ready to sell their ...
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Throughout his life, Oleg was convinced that people should respect themselves. There is no point in treating a person well if he is disrespectful towards himself. Why, he had to respect drug addicts who deliberately poison their bodies and cannot find the willpower to stop themselves. Why he had to respect drunks who were ready to beat his wife, if she did not give money to get drunk. And most importantly, why he had to respect women who are ready to sell their ...
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Dasha is captivated by a sense of curiosity and an inner craving for forbidden pleasure, mixed with a feeling of disgust from her own desires. Only one word can truly characterize her condition - a total sense of misunderstanding of everything that is happening. She feels lost after her teacher abused her. Realizing that she cannot understand herself, she decides to return to the roots of the problem. In this case, it means meeting your rapist ...
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Today I’m shocking you maybe ... I’ll tell you about my passion for blood ...
Yes, you heard right, I love, no, I love to take a bath of bovine blood.
It is said that earlier in ancient times noble ladies took this bath to maintain an excellent appearance. I do not know how true this is, but my skin is really like silk and it is admired.
Bloody red, viscous, thick and opaque, it shimmered when light hit it. The smell is stupefying and slightly sultry, caused animal desire, from the depths of the body.
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Yes, you heard right, I love, no, I love to take a bath of bovine blood.
It is said that earlier in ancient times noble ladies took this bath to maintain an excellent appearance. I do not know how true this is, but my skin is really like silk and it is admired.
Bloody red, viscous, thick and opaque, it shimmered when light hit it. The smell is stupefying and slightly sultry, caused animal desire, from the depths of the body.
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Attention!!! The collection presents three stories that were previously published on the site, but were finalized and edited.
FROG AND MISTER PERFECTION
I'm crazy, crazy, and a lot of crazy can be. For example, roll away to the south with a barely familiar company, but with a couple of thousand in your pocket. Anyway, it is unlikely that they will think about me worse, it’s simply worse than ever. Yes, and Mr. Perfection decided to marry. Let him marry, his right, but I will not participate in this farce. More precisely, I can not, I'm afraid ...
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FROG AND MISTER PERFECTION
I'm crazy, crazy, and a lot of crazy can be. For example, roll away to the south with a barely familiar company, but with a couple of thousand in your pocket. Anyway, it is unlikely that they will think about me worse, it’s simply worse than ever. Yes, and Mr. Perfection decided to marry. Let him marry, his right, but I will not participate in this farce. More precisely, I can not, I'm afraid ...
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“You know, I think I should talk to your father about your behavior?”
- In terms of? About what?!!
- About who he brings up. I will tell him everything: about onanism, about mom's stockings, which you wear in the bathroom at night, how you ass fuck cucumbers at night, about your masturbation! Everything...
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- In terms of? About what?!!
- About who he brings up. I will tell him everything: about onanism, about mom's stockings, which you wear in the bathroom at night, how you ass fuck cucumbers at night, about your masturbation! Everything...
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Larisa managed to catch her friend under her arms and asked in a trembling voice: - What is it with her?
Lara's eyes rested in the face of Pavel Bes - as the owner of the house, he must be aware of what is happening. A crowd of guys excitedly shouted - a hot show was interrupted at the most interesting. “And here comes the witch,” Bes grinned. “Well, it will be even more fun.” Only here we have a dress code for girls - we let only bare ones.
And in a tone of impatient objections threw his comrades: - Remove from it ...
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Lara's eyes rested in the face of Pavel Bes - as the owner of the house, he must be aware of what is happening. A crowd of guys excitedly shouted - a hot show was interrupted at the most interesting. “And here comes the witch,” Bes grinned. “Well, it will be even more fun.” Only here we have a dress code for girls - we let only bare ones.
And in a tone of impatient objections threw his comrades: - Remove from it ...
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