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My name is Masha, I am 29 years old. I love sex, rough sex, hard sex, I love it when people insult and order me. But I do not like the use of force. I love when my body is touched by several pairs of hands. My first sex was when I was 13 years old. While this is all that I can tell about myself. And then the story that was with me relatively recently.
There was a need to go to another city for the weekend, I was traveling alone, nightly trains in a compartment. The road there was the most ordinary. I rode the same way back ...
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There was a need to go to another city for the weekend, I was traveling alone, nightly trains in a compartment. The road there was the most ordinary. I rode the same way back ...
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They were sitting at a table in an expensive restaurant, it was getting dark outside the window. The summer sun, after a hot day, has already disappeared somewhere behind the houses. Natasha was surprised to look at the brochures of expensive yachts laid out in front of her and completely forgot about food. A respectable man sitting in front of her, in a pleasant velvety voice, told Natasha about his proposal: - I know that you are not free girl, you have a boyfriend, you have been together for a long time and I respect your union very much. But, dear, think of that kaleidoscope of emotions ...
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I sit alone on a regular working evening, all things are redone, and I do not know what to do from idleness. Although it is more correct to say there are many extremely important matters, but how can I not understand which of them is more priority, it happens.
He is married, already seems like a hundred years, the spouse is a native person, merry and ...
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He is married, already seems like a hundred years, the spouse is a native person, merry and ...
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I sat in the cab and waited for him. Non-Russian, ugly, fat, but seemingly completely uncared for, he finally had to take me away from here. Damn cafe pressed on the nerves, and I turned away. I terribly wanted a little, but there was no time to go. I considered the opportunity to quickly jump out of the car and run along the track, do my own thing and catch another one. However, the fear that they would notice me held me tightly in its place. Only occasionally, I tenderly pulled the handle, looked out ...
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Sochi is a big city, but finding a job is not so easy.Alice has been looking for a good place for a long time, but serving as a waitress at roadside cafes was too low for a chic one, calling things by their proper names - boobies - a 20 year old blonde with hair up to the middle of her shoulder, and ...
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The way to Bulgaria from our City is not long, more than thirty hours by bus.
It was the mid-nineties of the last century, and we were glad that we were going to BULGARIA and we had a rest on the sea and many new impressions.
For thirty hours on the road, all the “inhabitants” of our bus became friends and almost “intermarried”. On the armchairs, in front of me, sat two pretty women — two Tatians. One was younger, plump, and everyone called her “plump” Tanya, and the other was years on ...
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It was the mid-nineties of the last century, and we were glad that we were going to BULGARIA and we had a rest on the sea and many new impressions.
For thirty hours on the road, all the “inhabitants” of our bus became friends and almost “intermarried”. On the armchairs, in front of me, sat two pretty women — two Tatians. One was younger, plump, and everyone called her “plump” Tanya, and the other was years on ...
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