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“The devil carried me to this drunkenness — the first-year student, Lenochka, suffered in vain, struggling with a wadded dullness in her head and a nasty taste in her mouth and not finding in herself the strength to give decent attention to the monotonously hounding teacher. In fact, a provincial girl is always ...
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There was a quiet knock on the door, and on the threshold of the teaching a thin girl of about 19 years old appeared in a light summer dress just above the knee. Her long, blond hair was loose, and her blue eyes reflected fear and fear of the teacher. In her hands she nervously nerved ...
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The story is based on real events.
My name is Masha, 20 years old. Cheerful and, as they say eyewitnesses, damn attractive. Meter 65, blonde, blue eyes, active facial expressions, girl-passion! But shyness and upbringing did not allow me to part with virginity by this age. And recently I moved to Moscow and built my job as a secretary.
On Friday, everyone finished earlier, at 4 we started to leave, and by 9 o'clock in the office I was left completely alone. Waiting for the general. Should he pass some ...
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My name is Masha, 20 years old. Cheerful and, as they say eyewitnesses, damn attractive. Meter 65, blonde, blue eyes, active facial expressions, girl-passion! But shyness and upbringing did not allow me to part with virginity by this age. And recently I moved to Moscow and built my job as a secretary.
On Friday, everyone finished earlier, at 4 we started to leave, and by 9 o'clock in the office I was left completely alone. Waiting for the general. Should he pass some ...
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The story is based on real events. The names of the characters are changed.
It happened when I was 17 years old. At that time I was the most ordinary eleventh-grader, a good, diligent student, and in general the pride of the school. Nature rewarded me with the same sexual forms as my mother. Big and elastic chest, long hair, black on nature, and eyelashes, and eyes the color of Burmese amber. I grew modest and shy, touchy, but as I matured in my head every year ...
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It happened when I was 17 years old. At that time I was the most ordinary eleventh-grader, a good, diligent student, and in general the pride of the school. Nature rewarded me with the same sexual forms as my mother. Big and elastic chest, long hair, black on nature, and eyelashes, and eyes the color of Burmese amber. I grew modest and shy, touchy, but as I matured in my head every year ...
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What could be better than walking through the summer forest? A clean, light breeze that comes through between birch and fir trees, the aromas of grass and coniferous trees. And is it important that it is almost midnight? Summer nights are bright, the sky seems almost transparent, and the heat subsides and a pleasant euphoria from the sensation of cooling air appears.
He offered to show a quarry in this forest - she, who had recently arrived in this city, really wanted to find some such pleasant places where you could walk alone in your free time or here ...
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He offered to show a quarry in this forest - she, who had recently arrived in this city, really wanted to find some such pleasant places where you could walk alone in your free time or here ...
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Recently, I became very interested in reading love fiction. I plunged into these books, in such magical books for me, everything I wanted was described - then how my routine accountant's life would change immediately, should I step over the portal to another world. Immediately I will become necessary, save the world and find my true love.
Despite the good looks, medium height and shock of blond hair, at my 22, I did not have a permanent guy. Probably because she was striving for the ideal of a man on a black horse ...
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Despite the good looks, medium height and shock of blond hair, at my 22, I did not have a permanent guy. Probably because she was striving for the ideal of a man on a black horse ...
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It was already the end of autumn. Alina walked along a dark street all alone, taking frequent short steps and looking restlessly around.
- That bastard, she thought, even to the house did not spend, a moron.
Alina was already 16 years old. It was a girl of medium height, thin but very pretty. She met with ...
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- That bastard, she thought, even to the house did not spend, a moron.
Alina was already 16 years old. It was a girl of medium height, thin but very pretty. She met with ...
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