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Light sparse clouds glided across the sky. The sun began to rise above the horizon. Katerina left the hotel and headed down the street to the sea. Today, her schedule was a visit to the Solar Lagoon, which was located two kilometers from the famous Blue Lagoon. She was wearing a white open swimsuit. She tied a light, aqua-green scarf around her hips, which she bought on the first day on a market street. She went ashore and walked along the long pier to the desired boat. Large advertising ...
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The morning rays of the sun sneaked gently around the room, climbing onto the bed. They touched bare legs, beautiful hands, warmed their chest with their warmth and lay down on their eyes, forcing them to wake up. The bed was so soft, the fatigue of yesterday was not yet fully released and I wanted to lie still. Katerina turned on her side, stretched sweetly, opened her eyes and smiled to herself. Great morning! For a long time she was not so good. No worries and fuss. Body and mind are ready for a new day.
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The landing gear gently touched the runway and passengers slammed. An old tradition inherent exclusively to Russian tourists and incomprehensible to foreigners. Applause to the crew that drove without incident? What did not kill the passengers on the road? Strange. They do their job. But tradition is tradition. Let them clap.
Katerina pulled the headphones out of her ears and looked out the window. Limassol Airport greeted her with the warm morning sun. The sky of Cyprus shone with the brightest shade of blue ...
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Katerina pulled the headphones out of her ears and looked out the window. Limassol Airport greeted her with the warm morning sun. The sky of Cyprus shone with the brightest shade of blue ...
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My first working day after a night dedication to whores began.
I accepted my first client in my room. It was some kind of non-Russian, and he spoke Russian with a strong accent. I sat in a compartment on full alert - with bright makeup, high-heeled boots, a short leather skirt (which my owners shortened to me), and in a transparent black fishnet shirt (which usually had to be worn over another blouse). I sat on my shelf, spreading my legs and massaging my clitoris with a vibrator. During these days, I well understood that you need to be thoroughly aroused, then work will be “fun” and will not take so much pain.
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I accepted my first client in my room. It was some kind of non-Russian, and he spoke Russian with a strong accent. I sat in a compartment on full alert - with bright makeup, high-heeled boots, a short leather skirt (which my owners shortened to me), and in a transparent black fishnet shirt (which usually had to be worn over another blouse). I sat on my shelf, spreading my legs and massaging my clitoris with a vibrator. During these days, I well understood that you need to be thoroughly aroused, then work will be “fun” and will not take so much pain.
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Walking around Amsterdam, I did not notice how evening came, and I found myself in an unknown area, deciding to turn into the first lane, I lost my way even more. Finally, I decided to ask for help from a handsomely dressed man. Since I did not know the local language, I spoke to him in English, apparently he did not understand me, but strangely examined me from head to toe, standing on my chest. I was wearing a skirt above the knees and a low-neck blouse, all this combined with high heels and ...
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Oleg called, I didn’t want to go with him and his wife to one of the islands of Thailand, where he had a small house. I was surprised, he never brought a wife to our company, I never even saw her once, but he explained that quite recently they had touched on this topic in a conversation and decided to try, but Oleg also warned me that there were no bisexual relationships in her presence will not allow. I had plenty of free time, things were going well and I could leave the company, so with joy ...
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Chirping, babbling and crackling gently tickled the brain of the sleeper.When the sleeper awoke, he heard a languid, insinuating voice — a strip of the ship’s brain: “We are on the way, Captain!” After three periods of time we will load into the atmosphere of the planet. - What the hell are the segments? Speak a little stripy, ”the striptonian snapped. “In short, three hours in the Nashen way,” the little brain-loudly laughed. - Stop the car! Give off the moorings! - gave...
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We are lying on the sandy shore. You gently kiss me on the scarlet, sweet lips! I gently massage my breasts with my right hand. And gently kiss my neck. Gently descend to my chest. I lick my nipples with my tongue and gently bite them gently. You drop lower and lower, kissing me sweetly. You gently with your teeth take off my panties. And you gently start licking my pussy. Thrust deeper and deeper into my sweet peach. At the same time gently finger, massaging my ass. You ask me ...
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This story is real or not. I don’t know, but my fellow traveler, whom I met on the plane, told me when I was flying with my wife to Phuket Island in Thailand.
His name was Ruslan, while we were flying, talking about everything, found each other as they say, it was very interesting for us to discuss all the latest news in the world and Russia with each other, and after the flight we decided not to get lost and meet Patong in a few days.
A few days passed, I even forgot about him, as someone approached me ...
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His name was Ruslan, while we were flying, talking about everything, found each other as they say, it was very interesting for us to discuss all the latest news in the world and Russia with each other, and after the flight we decided not to get lost and meet Patong in a few days.
A few days passed, I even forgot about him, as someone approached me ...
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About myself - I am Alersander, a man in his prime, I am 39. I am very talented, a gifted doctor. Women stick to me, attract me, sometimes even kneel in front of me and pray and worship, as if I am some kind of idol. And I’m generally good to women, if you can call it that they are the ones that suit me for sex. But I do not think women are people, that's what's the matter. I tried to respect them - in vain. Unfortunately, I have to admit that I simply cannot respect women ...
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