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The party was in full swing, but I just got bored. Noise, cigarette smoke, stuffiness. I'm tired. I decided to go out for some fresh air. From the balcony of the 2nd floor there was a beautiful view, a bright moon, stars, a huge swimming pool. Suddenly a young girl came out the door. I passed the shadow, and began to watch her closely.
She was in a long white dress, the fabric is light, slightly transparent. Hair gathered at the crown, revealing the view of the wonderful neck and shoulders. Slowly, lightly dancing, walked near ...
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She was in a long white dress, the fabric is light, slightly transparent. Hair gathered at the crown, revealing the view of the wonderful neck and shoulders. Slowly, lightly dancing, walked near ...
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On this night, the stars shone particularly brightly on the oily indigo sky, because they knew that Peter was clearly again starting something unimaginable. The most curious and impatient of them blinked so enthusiastically in anticipation of a spectacular spectacle that they fell from their seats and fell beyond the horizon. A sensitive ear would even distinguish their indignant and disappointed ringing in the warm and fragrant air of the August night. Since Peter decided to grow up, they began to watch very closely ...
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Marat meets her at the entrance to the shopping center with a huge bouquet of red roses. “I have been thinking of you all the time,” Alyona hears from him and gives a kind smile to her in reply. She had enough time to quickly buy fashionable erotic stockings in the center's boutique and replace them with winter tights in the toilet stall while I was waiting for her outside the door, and the boy who arrived was outside.
Strong, tall handsome sits Alain in the snow-white, like winter around, "Mercedes", and they ...
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Strong, tall handsome sits Alain in the snow-white, like winter around, "Mercedes", and they ...
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That was three months ago. Lisa then went to her grandmother. Wow - the first independent trip by train, and such! ...
Until now, she could not understand to herself How It Could Be. Although everything was quite predictable: three guys in her compartment, wine, a snack, men's hands on their shoulders, “you are a shy, huh? ..."
Liza used to think of herself as “not like everyone else”, an excellent girl without a pretty face, a figure and “all that”. And she never thought that “it” happens so simply and quickly. Therefore, she didn’t even understand how it happened that she no longer has a blouse, and slippery tongues lick both nipples at once.
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Until now, she could not understand to herself How It Could Be. Although everything was quite predictable: three guys in her compartment, wine, a snack, men's hands on their shoulders, “you are a shy, huh? ..."
Liza used to think of herself as “not like everyone else”, an excellent girl without a pretty face, a figure and “all that”. And she never thought that “it” happens so simply and quickly. Therefore, she didn’t even understand how it happened that she no longer has a blouse, and slippery tongues lick both nipples at once.
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Olga almost ran home, her legs did not obey, the purse with notebooks seemed to weigh in tone. Opening the doorway, she dropped the keys. Just slamming the door of the apartment behind her, and leaning her back against the wall, she sighed loudly. In her head was a complete mess, throwing the bag on the floor, she ran to the bathroom. The shower took off a bit of stress. Having gathered a full bath of water and swelling salt there, Olga completely got under water, such procedures always acted soothingly. Lying like that for about fifteen minutes, she began ...
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Body art festival is a very special thing. Especially if you're not on it any viewer, but a real model. One thing is that you, such a neat woman, who was afraid to dirty her finger, are painted right on the living, and you endure and smile at everyone around you, and everyone looks at you like an overseas miracle, because you are not quite you ...A brush smears you with paint, like a fence or a bench, and you have a blackened body like coal, and what is happening on your face - it’s terrible to think ...
But the most ...
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“Well,” said papa, “nothing mortal happened.” You will try the second stream in August. - Maybe all the same to another institute to file documents? - asked mom. - No, - Kostya shook his head. - I firmly decided to go on a piece of iron.
The piece of iron is railroad. So in everyday life called the branch of the Academy of Communications, where Kostya Pacers did not enter at the beginning of such a good summer. - What do you think to do in the summer? - & nbsp ...
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The piece of iron is railroad. So in everyday life called the branch of the Academy of Communications, where Kostya Pacers did not enter at the beginning of such a good summer. - What do you think to do in the summer? - & nbsp ...
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I lain somewhere for about an hour, and when I woke up, I wanted to drink. Having dressed and put myself in order, I went to the village. The day was nearing completion, and it was time to think about dinner and entertainment for the evening. To my surprise, I noticed that I had a powerful erection again and again a terrible desire. He immediately remembered the words of the grandmother that would be careful with mead. “Palna did not lie. Won the girl, I almost raped! Although she is also good. What for member touched? "- I thought, and then ...
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She sat on the deserted shore and waited for him, watching the waves crash against the rocks. No, she did not want to see him. And more than that, she was afraid. But still I sat and waited. And he came.
Hearing his quiet footsteps on the sand, she turned sharply and immediately clutched to her feet.
- What are you doing here? - with angry and indignant intonation, she tried to cover up the fear that came from somewhere from nowhere.
- Why? Is your beach your own? - his mocking glance as if screwed into place and confused all thoughts, not giving a thought up ...
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Hearing his quiet footsteps on the sand, she turned sharply and immediately clutched to her feet.
- What are you doing here? - with angry and indignant intonation, she tried to cover up the fear that came from somewhere from nowhere.
- Why? Is your beach your own? - his mocking glance as if screwed into place and confused all thoughts, not giving a thought up ...
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That was incredible. It simply could not be believed. Nastya did not believe, approaching the cafe "Two Pandas", in which she was waiting ... no, no. It does not happen.
Perhaps it was the easiest thing: to convince yourself “it does not happen” and to pretend that you are just walking around Moscow and wondering if you should go into a cozy cafe. The greater was the risk of squandering on atoms when everything proves true. Because, however, everything was true ...
True, it looks like a soap opera, over which it is a sin to laugh: provincial ...
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Perhaps it was the easiest thing: to convince yourself “it does not happen” and to pretend that you are just walking around Moscow and wondering if you should go into a cozy cafe. The greater was the risk of squandering on atoms when everything proves true. Because, however, everything was true ...
True, it looks like a soap opera, over which it is a sin to laugh: provincial ...
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