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Warm summer evening ... We rush to his car through the city at night. I want him with my every cell, I thirst for him ... He is so confident and strong at the wheel ... I imagine his hands on my body, and a shiver runs through me. I close my eyes and see his lips caressing my body, his hands on his chest, his cock ... Mmmm ... No, it is beyond my strength ... I want him as I never wanted anyone to. He is everything to me. He puts his hand on my leg, barely touching the little finger of my crotch, barely audible escapes from my chest ...
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Hello, dear reader. As a preface, I will tell a little about myself. I am a married girl / woman (I have not yet decided on this concept yet) 25 years old. Everyone thinks I'm pretty pretty, radiating sexual energy. I consider myself to be a rather ordinary mother of two wonderful children with sagging breasts and other inaccuracies in the figure. But, despite this, I have always had enough fans. I am a blonde with brown eyes and a fourth breast size, with a sexy round ass and ...
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Sleep running away from a warm hand
Gentle fingers caressing whiskey
And backstage white nights
Anyone who does not sleep, sings the nightingale
Thin fingers fell on his chest
Hair, confused, they want to fly away
And touch my flesh
What would blaze the flames of passion
Tart juice of recent love
Their...
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Gentle fingers caressing whiskey
And backstage white nights
Anyone who does not sleep, sings the nightingale
Thin fingers fell on his chest
Hair, confused, they want to fly away
And touch my flesh
What would blaze the flames of passion
Tart juice of recent love
Their...
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Hello, my dear computer! Keeper of my secret, secret desires! I do not know, it seems not spring, but my whole body asks for love, caress and ... sex. My whole being wants to be filled with color and the boiling energy of an orgasm. Why color? Well, my dear, funny question ... After all, you ...
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I used to think little about death, but now I think about it more often. Death is peace, and life ... it's harder. And I made my choice. I let him go and I know that everything will be fine now. *** - The world has changed. It feels every person. He does not need to see this. Enough to smell the leaves falling from the trees. Yes, this is the end. Summer 2012. Magic appeared on planet Earth. Magic, magic, monsters, monsters, fairies and magicians are all reality. Yes, it was always among us, and now everything is different. They can...
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This story is told to my first girlfriend. Before her, my life was empty. I myself am a simple man. I was not looking for any adventures. I just wanted to paint my gray life with bright colors. From a young age I began to engage in wrestling, because I really wanted to increase my confidence and self-esteem. An ordinary hobby has become a disease. I trained to exhausting. I liked this business, because I left all the anger in the hall and relaxed there. So I was a very cool guy and ...
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When I woke up the next morning, I had already drawn up a plan for my future actions regarding Oleg. I wanted the simplest methods of seduction, affection and sex to bind him to me. It would be convenient for both of us. The guy got constant sex under the nose of his father and full sexual development. I would have the same, rich sex life without leaving home.The most important thing was to do it in such a way that Ira would not know, but it is not known how she will react to it. Everything should have turned out like me ...
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It is difficult to say what pushes the mind to dive into a temporary pool for several years or even decades ago. What pushes a person to remember good or bad, a little sad or happy?
Ticket to The Moon ..., remember the famous song Eleсtric Light Orchestra from the album “Time”? ...
Oleg...
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Ticket to The Moon ..., remember the famous song Eleсtric Light Orchestra from the album “Time”? ...
Oleg...
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The night forest is quiet and transparent, the gray twilight envelops the copper trunks of the pines - here, in the north, the summer nights are light and there is no darkness. I go to the Altar - a special stone on which from the most ancient times sacrifices are made to the Elements. I have a ritual white dress with a red belt and ...
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