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Today must be an amazing day. We will be released from school earlier than usual, and I will have to run to the gym on which my further career in figure skating will depend. It was on this day that they appointed me to watch my quick program, all the eighteen-year-old girls of our ice arena will participate there. This is my last chance to get into the best sports school area.
On this day, I should look as good as possible. Looking into my closet, I got out a happy skirt, she ...
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On this day, I should look as good as possible. Looking into my closet, I got out a happy skirt, she ...
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I am an engineer, an employee of a high-tech company that deals with security systems. I lead a team that rides around the country, installing systems at various important customer sites. We also deal with prisons, set alarms with motion sensors and video surveillance.
And so my group and me were once again sent to a women's prison, lost in the taiga. This appointment made me happy, because I knew that my longtime army officer was the head there ...
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And so my group and me were once again sent to a women's prison, lost in the taiga. This appointment made me happy, because I knew that my longtime army officer was the head there ...
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- ... After all, exactly a year ago, on this very day, a great event happened ...
The presenter almost chokes with enthusiasm. Balls bulging. Lips shine. Relishes, in sight, the reptile, revels. Heroic past. Well well. Glorious deeds.
Sip a strong coffee. Take a couple of pills.
Brush your teeth. There are black circles under the eyes. Face haggard. Spit.
- ... it was then that President Kinnegam publicly apologized to all blacks ...
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The presenter almost chokes with enthusiasm. Balls bulging. Lips shine. Relishes, in sight, the reptile, revels. Heroic past. Well well. Glorious deeds.
Sip a strong coffee. Take a couple of pills.
Brush your teeth. There are black circles under the eyes. Face haggard. Spit.
- ... it was then that President Kinnegam publicly apologized to all blacks ...
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Smiling, she takes hold of the edge of her skirt and smoothly lifts it up, revealing to my hazy look the milky whiteness of her marble thighs. “Well,” she says, lightly patting herself on the thigh with her palm — come here, little rascal.
In unconsciousness from the awareness of the imminent relief, and, with all my soul dying from wild desire, praying that it would not turn out to be another round of her terrible game, I am exhausted as if insignificant ...
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In unconsciousness from the awareness of the imminent relief, and, with all my soul dying from wild desire, praying that it would not turn out to be another round of her terrible game, I am exhausted as if insignificant ...
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To feel the completeness of the plot, I recommend reading the “History of Nasty Prologue”. With love, Mr. Kaplan.
Nastya stood in the middle of the room and did not move. She was frightened by the actions of Andrei Samoilovich, at that moment he was standing at his desk and was engaged in his own affairs. After some time, he looked at the clock that was hanging above the door, and said: - It's time to sleep.
Then he went to the toilet, came back and began to undress. She turned away when the biologist undressed. Nastya did not know what to do and ...
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Nastya stood in the middle of the room and did not move. She was frightened by the actions of Andrei Samoilovich, at that moment he was standing at his desk and was engaged in his own affairs. After some time, he looked at the clock that was hanging above the door, and said: - It's time to sleep.
Then he went to the toilet, came back and began to undress. She turned away when the biologist undressed. Nastya did not know what to do and ...
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Greetings to all, I am Mr. Kaplan. I wrote this story as a test, if you want, I will continue it. Any suggestions, additions or criticism are welcome. Enjoy your reading.
Nastya was sitting in the audience, sadly looking out the window that looked out onto the backyard. This was already the second week of being at the Star Academy. Faint raindrops dripped on the outside of the window, a cool breeze passed through the old wooden frames. In the backyard, she saw only the watchman, who endured ...
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Nastya was sitting in the audience, sadly looking out the window that looked out onto the backyard. This was already the second week of being at the Star Academy. Faint raindrops dripped on the outside of the window, a cool breeze passed through the old wooden frames. In the backyard, she saw only the watchman, who endured ...
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By his fifteen years Seva was already fully formed young men. Being engaged in gymnastics since the age of five, the guy was slim, rather muscular and fit. About the modest sports handsome from a good family dreamed many girls from his school, yard and just familiar girls. But Seva has not yet thought about some kind of relationship with girls, and even less about love. At the moment, he was interested only in sports and careers there. A little time the young man gave computer games, walks with friends ...
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Oleg silently looked out the window, watching people hurrying down the street. At first glance, they all looked the same. All wrapped in "identical" jackets, coats or fur coats. All equally in a hurry somewhere for their business. Each of them is part of the crowd, the country and the whole of humanity. Nevertheless, each of them has his own life. Their experiences, dreams, secrets and "skeletons in the closet." Oleg loved to watch people. Every time, if he looked at some random person differently, he tried to guess that he ...
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The morning began as usual at five in the morning with a loud crackling alarm built into the door selector. This time, first I had to help the Z12 with a damp cloth that had been removed from its back, turned out to be paper that had been soaked with a healing solution in the evening. The solution soaked and dried, leaving behind a tiny, already barely noticeable, traces of yesterday's roz and paper that had dried on them.
After this morning execution of a friend, they began to take a shower together - it was prescribed to save water ...
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After this morning execution of a friend, they began to take a shower together - it was prescribed to save water ...
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And it all happened.
He knew where she was going, she knew what would happen. Were they both aware of what would be the result? I do not think until the end. That was the final turn towards a completely different relationship. Both she and he needed more.
There were five of them. And she. He stayed at home. Without contact with her. In monstrous and painful waiting. Without the right to masturbate. In the chastity belt, which he fastened on himself. And without an orgasm at this point already a couple of weeks. He constantly wrote some messages, complained ...
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He knew where she was going, she knew what would happen. Were they both aware of what would be the result? I do not think until the end. That was the final turn towards a completely different relationship. Both she and he needed more.
There were five of them. And she. He stayed at home. Without contact with her. In monstrous and painful waiting. Without the right to masturbate. In the chastity belt, which he fastened on himself. And without an orgasm at this point already a couple of weeks. He constantly wrote some messages, complained ...
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