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At night I could not fall asleep for a long time, the vision of Svetlana and Stepanych fucking her flashed through my mind, driving away sleep, arousing my flesh, but of course the main thought did not give rest, tomorrow the man after Nikolay and I will leave for work to stay with Svetlana as they say aunt Tet, and I was sure he would try to consolidate his success and fuck Svetlana again, and maybe more than once, remembering his phrase about three sticks, I thought.
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I used to go to a new cottage not often, usually it was a weekend and then through time. But the mother-in-law with the father-in-law, Svetlana Viktorovna and her husband, Nikolai Vasilyevich, practically lived there, by and large, what they still had to do, Nikolai Vasilyevich was a pensioner, though he worked somewhere in a dusty position like this part-time, so to speak brought additional Earnings in a family that was also not superfluous, Svetlana Viktorovna did not currently work, she generally worked ...
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The door was opened by a woman standing on the threshold of a man, asked: - Did you call a plumber? - Yes, yes, uncle, come through, I'm waiting for you. I was recommended to you as a specialist who can eliminate the leakage.
The man carefully examined the lady - a heavily made-up face. Slanted eyes summed up in greenish shadows. The lips, painted in a bright color, seemed to be swollen, as if from a long kiss.
Stunted, more than a head shorter than a man, the hostess is wearing a short ...
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The man carefully examined the lady - a heavily made-up face. Slanted eyes summed up in greenish shadows. The lips, painted in a bright color, seemed to be swollen, as if from a long kiss.
Stunted, more than a head shorter than a man, the hostess is wearing a short ...
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Svetlana Mikhailovna lived alone in a three-room apartment. Sons went abroad, with bloody ten-year war with her ex-husband Nikolai. As the feudal strife began on the basis of jealousy, it has dragged on all these years. Nikolai on trips from Moscow checked whether the door to the room, determined by him through the court, was well locked, whether something was missing in the required living space. Svetlana would have long ago exchanged an apartment and left her ex-husband if it were not for the fear of being ...
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Rasul Anvarovich unloaded from the car, loosening his tie on the move. In the half turn, he nodded to the driver: “Until tomorrow,” inhaling the light country air. Early June heat covered the village with a pre-storm heat. It smelled of mown grass and crumbling lilacs. There was a still haze of bushy clouds. Rasul Anvarovich unhurriedly headed towards the house, where the girls' cries and laughter were heard from the site. Even from afar, a volanchik flying high above lilac bushes in white feathers was visible: Zarema played with ...
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- Brother, we have a drive past Samara. Did you get the hint ...? - The guys were sitting in a roadside cafe. Ilya Petrovich also had lunch with them. An elderly man did not climb into the conversation guys. - Yeah. One more Olya to visit. - Let's take revenge on her for pissed-off mattresses ... Let's show our video? - What for? They will be calmer. Then, years so through the heels, when the passion will fade. Alisa, I think, will normally accept, we immediately added to it. And I definitely feel sorry for Nastya, she is more ...
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The morning light tickled the half-split eyelids.In the haze of awakening, it was torn into the soul, something vaguely wearying, spinning on the surface of consciousness, frightening with its painful frankness. Tocha rubbed his forehead, opening his eyes, saw the high ceiling, the corner of the cabinet, the half-open door. And he remembered: he fucked Kaleria. He groaned painfully, dreaming of falling back into sleep.
From the kitchen draws the aroma of good coffee. It was the clink of dishes. A claw die on the laminate and ...
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From the kitchen draws the aroma of good coffee. It was the clink of dishes. A claw die on the laminate and ...
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August, the last hot days of the outgoing summer. August, early nineties. The country has gone mad. Everything turned upside down. The whole, which yesterday seemed such a reliable and stable world collapsed before our eyes, forming a giant mill that grinds everything and everyone. Lifting one up and dropping others to the ground. Everything at one moment was shaky and not reliable. Organizations were rebuilt, falling apart and dying, regularly throwing thousands of human grains into the firebox of this giant ...
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- Sash, are you at home? - Tatiana shouted from the doorway, barely closing the door behind her.
I sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. My brain had already moved away from sleep, and I felt great. Tatiana is late today, usually she comes earlier. Apparently, some unforeseen circumstances made her stay about an hour.
- Yes, I'm in the kitchen.
I heard her bag loudly fall on the table in the hallway. There was a sound of unzipping boots.
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I sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. My brain had already moved away from sleep, and I felt great. Tatiana is late today, usually she comes earlier. Apparently, some unforeseen circumstances made her stay about an hour.
- Yes, I'm in the kitchen.
I heard her bag loudly fall on the table in the hallway. There was a sound of unzipping boots.
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Erotic stories "Elderly"
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