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inside out.
“Well, that's all, Curly,” he whispered hoarsely to her when he found a voice, “that's all.” I pumped you up to your ears. Now you have a full belly of my children. You will inevitably fly. Soon they will grow hands and legs, they will begin to move in you, and you will have a big nice belly, like a hippopotamus ... Ufff! Come on, shall we fall?
He pulled himself to her, pulled her to him - and the two of them flopped into a wide chair.
- Rag off ... I want you naked ... It seems I already know what choice you have made. I'm right?
“Yes,” Sue smiled. - But only I don’t know you at all ...
- So what's the problem? Will learn! All life is ahead, time is enough! Don't tell me you don't love me. Your pussy loves me very much. And here they are too ... - Gregory got Sue's elastic breasts out of a black bra, and they began to tremble, rolling her nipples apart.
“I won’t say,” Sue smiled.
“And I won't tell you,” Gregory grinned back. “But tell me, what did you think, at such a tender age, to play Robin Hood?”
- Have you looked at my bills?
- Naturally. Perhaps you have something in childhood, in a family ...
- Yes. My father was a rare trash. Actually, he stayed with it, I just deleted him from myself and think about him only in the past tense. He left the mother pregnant, and then she died of tuberculosis. She could be cured, but he took all the money. There were courts, but somehow it turned out that we had nothing left. I didn’t understand this, I was little then ... He was quite rich in himself, and now he is flourishing somewhere here in New York. Then my sister died, infected by her mother. She was eight years old, and she died in my arms.
I grew up in the orphanage of sv. Genevieve. This is a beggar shelter in Louisiana, among the marshes. I didn't even have a cell phone. They gave me clothes, and I washed them myself ... I ran away from there at the age of sixteen. No one was looking for me. Already then I was quite to myself nothing - you do not think, I know my own worth, - and they stuck to me like honey. Just because I took some terrible disgust for men from my childhood, I did not go for a walk through the beds. But I visited several women ... You do not think, I am not a lebsi, I didn’t even like it very much, and it was rather disgusting, but the body required its own ...
Then I read about klofelinschitsch online, and I had this idea. Everything turned out to be extremely simple. My first proceeds - seventy-three pieces, I was completely stunned then, - I transferred to the orphanage of sv. Genevieve, leaving five to himself for divorce. The rest, as you know, I transferred to women's funds, and recently I began to help sick girls who did not have enough for treatment. I killed two birds with one stone: I helped the girls and avenged the rich men who thought they were gods. I caught them in cool hotels. I didn’t need to do anything for this - just get dressed nicely and how to wash my hair ... By the way, it was big news for me that I could bear male affection without disgust. Until tonight, I thought that ...
- Until yesterday, Sue. Until yesterday. It's dawn. Your first wedding night is coming to an end.
- ... And I never thought, of course, that I would marry. But, once promised, it is necessary to carry out, - Sue smiled, and her eyes flashed a familiar sly thing.
- Oh, it will be sooo profitable marriage, Curly. First, your fiancé can keep silent. If you don't annoy him, of course. Secondly ... your daddy was very unlucky that he settled in New York. In my opinion, it’s time for him to move from Manhattan to Sing-Sing *. I am sure that the striped pajamas will go to him no worse than the Brioni suit, and in a couple of months the guys and I will concoct him with a nice little business ...
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* Manhattan - the business center of New York; Sing-Sing is a convict prison. - approx. auth.
Sue looked at Gregory intently and hugged him tightly.
They talked for a long time, hugging each other, until they fell asleep, and the dawn sun did not shine in Sue's curls, scattering on Gregory's shoulders.
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I finally thought that he was her father, lol.
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well done, well, sometimes very fluffy and gentle (even too) a story (even it is embarrassing to masturbate, delete, delete !!!), but you liked the style, like most of your stories, well done.
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no joke of humor :)
* I'm trying to erase what's in the brackets *
the story is not necessary to shorten
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in general it would be good to write a sequel, but only these matters will not be in the church, I beg of you)
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No, the sequel here - sew a mare's tail. What's in church, what's out.
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Well, why not a small excerpt from the festive banquet.
Our curly hair says some kind of toast, she vibrates in front of everyone invited in her eyes, sweetly, vibrates inside her.
Although you are the author, I will not impose my point of view on you, I am waiting for a new story.
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I will reveal the secret of a creative laboratory: situations bring me up. If they are imposed from the outside - the chances of arousal (and, therefore, of writing the text) are 0, 000 ... 1 out of 100.
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Haha
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Yes, the ending is certainly gorgeous.
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So touching and wonderful. One great emotion)
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Hollywood ... Disney, even ...
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Moreover - sekitaylzovschina;)
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... but thanks - jerk off!)
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:):):)
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God, man, you create unreal things with romantically-minded natures) your assortions are masterpieces, and you shouldn’t cut it! Even if the entry will be more - everything is ok. Too much :)
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Well, this is my principle: without further ado :) The fewer the better.
So everything is reduced before publication :)
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Super :-), exclusive, gorgeous romantic! World bestsellers like "50 shades" rest :)
Write more!
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I'll write where I go. Libido does not rest;)
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Haha))) like everyone here)
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Your mother, the author, but this is a masterpiece! Read nothing more beautiful!
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Super Duper. Suddenly wonderful text) And thanks for the great mood and energy)
The author, you need to get acquainted with your archive))
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Man - you are a master. Bravo. Although erotic stories and do not represent particularly artistic value, but the talent, if any, is felt even in them.
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Fiction definitely do not represent. But sometimes they represent another;)
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Excitingly charming and inexpressibly beautiful, and most importantly - talented :) thanks :)
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Man, where are the stories? Waiting, waiting! And another question - why do not you write about non-traditional relations (not gay), does not excite?
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There will be, there is time for everything :)
Unconventional - is it where there are more than two? If it is not directly in the forehead, it does not excite :) And if with intrigue, it is very;)
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Non-traditional is where there are two, but of the same sex (only I don't like gays, disgusting), where there are three, four, m. B. animals ... an amateur, etc.
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Another masterpiece!
You, as an artist, create your paintings, strokes and strokes are repeated, and the result is new each time.
Bravo!!!
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