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- into an itchy, sucking-sweet point, - but He grew by, bypassing, by the sides, painfully stretching everything around and inside, but not THERE - and pushed alongside, very close to the itchy point, and this alone somehow quenched the rainbow itching, - he quenched and inflamed stronger, stronger, even stronger; I was teasing, butting with the desired strength, but past, casual, almost idle ... and the sweet itch mixed with pain was building up with the bestial rhythm that grew from its gut - yyy-y, yyy-y, yyy-y ...
- Yyyyyy! - He wheezed, desperately jumping on it. Manyunya shook with shocks that beat her like a cocktail; the shocks echoed in the echoing in the Point, furiously teased her through the thickness of the flesh - and her whole body buzzed and melted with her, and the beat in the rhythm of animal jolts — naked, heated by sex, licked, husky, stared at the furious mixer of the ending male ...
... When the blows subsided, and the heavy mass of the body fused with it went soft on her, squeezing her chest, Xenia decided to open her eyes.
Opened - and for half a minute did not breathe.
“Am I blind? Gone mad? Died? ”The blackness spread over the brain, smearing fragments of thoughts, and only when the body felt a breeze, and the eye saw a live tie that opened the yellow disk -“ the moon! the moon, covered by a branch of a tree! ... "- only then Ksenia realized that she was lying under a starry sky. At night. On the ground.
And on top of it lies He.
For a while she was silent, afraid to move, speak and even think. The inflamed body ached and demanded ... sex. More and more.
Having said this to herself, she groaned - and he groaned with her.
- Ksyush?
- y?
- Aah ... uh ... Listen, and we ... we do ... What was that?
- Nuuu ... We are with you ... You are me ...
- This is clear! ... And was this ... green?
- Yeah.
- And the plate was? Flying?
- Yeah ... - answered Xenia with relief, for painfully tormented by the same questions.
- And ... and where are we now?
- In my opinion, on Earth. That is, on the grass ...
- Hmm ... Well, deaaaa ...
Yurik (more precisely, a dark silhouette that wore, as she remembered that name) slipped its head from it for two minutes.
“Wasteland near the Metalworkers,” he finally said. - Fffuh. I already thought - I landed somewhere in Zimbabwe ... Listen, and we are both naked!
Ksenia gasped.
- you far home? Nothing, let's go through the back of the thread ... Do you have someone at home? Mother, father? Well, you come to me, you dress up ...
He fell silent. The story they ended up in was too impossible to spoil it with plans for life.
They were silent for a few minutes. Then a warm, rough hand groped Xenin's hand ... Xenia screamed.
- Ksyush ... And how are we with you, eh?
“If he had not said that he would put us naked on the Internet, I would not give in, honestly,” she suddenly began to justify herself for some reason. - I just imagined that my mother, and classmates, and in general everybody - are watching how you and I are naked ... This plate from the inside is very similar to all kinds of sex clubs there, or how they are there ... well ... me too I saw it on the net ... No one will believe that the aliens have stolen us and forced us to have sex ... Oh!
- What?
Ksenia muffled laughed:
- I have a girlfriend today, Svetka, said: you, she says, will lose your virginity only when aliens force!
- Hmm ... Ksyush, how old are you?
- To me? A week will be eighteen. Why?
- Invite me? ... And I'm only thirty-two. Consider one generation. So don't take me on you, okay? Especially since we are with you ...
Yurik again fell silent. Then he suddenly got up, sunk into the darkness - and after a moment his voice sounded from the side:
- Come here. There is such a big pipe, it is comfortable to sit on it. Only carefully - the legs do not hurt, a lot of shit ...
Ksenia groped for Yurkin’s hand, grasped her, and climbed onto the pipe.
The eyes are accustomed to darkness, and the black sky has blossomed with a myriad of stars, chilling my soul. (Especially for eroticspace.info - sexitails.org) Everything around seemed as impossible as a flying saucer ...
- Ksyush!
- BUT?
- Listen ... and we could not have it all? Can you, hypnosis? ... Some sort of bastard inspired us, and we are with you ...
- I do not know.
Yurik suddenly jumped.
- Sit down. Spread the legs, - he demandingly took hold of her knees.
- Oh ... and ...
- My Dad says: "In every case you need to put an end."Clear? Well, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, Ksyush ... Ksyushenka ...
He threw her hips open, and a soft sting suddenly dug into the itchy Manyunya.
- Oooh!
- Aha, nvavitfya? We will make the safe of the taffeta ... ... muttered Yurik, licking Manyunya like ice cream ...
Howling softly, Xenia puffed out her chest, as if she wanted to pierce the moon with her nipples.
The stars danced in her eyes, mixing with sparks of bliss that pricked her body, and the black bottomless sky sucked in itself, and wanted to cry from the cold and heat, from the bitterness and sweetness that is about to boil between her legs, spread over her body, spill out from it, Xenia, and will flood the whole sky, the whole Universe, and she, Xenia, will die, squandering between the cold stars ...
Yurik snuffled downstairs, touched by her bliss (“how sensual you are, my pussy ... would have to push, even though the mouth fell off already ...”), and carefully munched Manyunya, who burned his tongue.
Somewhere above them, among the stars that danced in the eyes of Xenia, clergyman Sn, sniffed, blissfully stretching his tail after the ion shower.
He dreamed of the Crystal of Perfection, sparkling on its noble light green scales, and he blinked, proudly moving his tentacles ...
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Cool. Today you make me laugh so that the ryty are scratched. Even the mood lifted :)
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Mood is good. Eggs itch to meteor shower.
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Something you guys agreed. First, dry reports in NG. Brain penetration at the Pornograph, now alien matings at Man. Smacks of conspiracy theories: D
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Not by theory, oh thrice Romantic vulgar, but by actual practice itself;)
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Will take in your clan? * giggles viciously *
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Welcome!
But the giggles for the time being are too sweet;)
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Although I personally liked to look for the deeper meaning in “Penetration”, I xs why everyone got so excited about it
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Yes, three idiots gathered in one person ... Well, three are always better than two. The split personality - the clinic, and the three - a natural phenomenon.
This is not about the author. The author is all right. Not mine. Therefore, I will not evaluate. But there are momentum, speech, a flight of fancy.
And these “three in one idiot” can be ignored. They have their own lives, moreover, in one body. It is difficult for them, however))
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Hmm, playing in your field was not comme il faut? I propose to translate your verbal outpourings in drugs if your condition has worsened to such an extent that it requires urgently to throw out all the pus on three geniuses. You decide.
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Finally, I could not resist. If you do not criticize the author (although wherever you are with a pig's nose in the line of the hunter), then it seems to me that throwing all the offense in the comments under his story is a moveton.
P. S. Note, I do not use you hated mat.
P. P. S. It seems that the joker has not been in the ace of six for a long time ... even more so.
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Come on you. Who is the account in rubles, who in days, and who - in the comments and (indirect consequence) in points;)
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She has a very, uh, feminine logic. It seems that he does not react to anything, but to completely innocent, in no way hurt words begins to spread anger.
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I also speak: on their street - though malice, but on ours - new comments. And mean, and demand :)
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Dear Romantic Vulgar!
Let me correct you a little :) Purely etymological remark! "With a pork snout in the Kalashny series", that is, do not sell the pig's snout in the Kalashny, GRAIN row. where the game was sold. There just with the snout you can, with boar :)))
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Perhaps Romantic vulgar scumbling: Okhotny Ryad something - the street knows what :)
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Oh, if so! :))))
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Sherlock, you got me * drunk tequilla with grief *
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But in a well-known institution, in the Okhotny Ryad, they only live with such snouts.
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With, with permission, the face of Diana, even in the well-known will not accept.
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Ghmmm, aren't there too many men per woman? Pornographer, Man - excerpts above praise. Mr. Poshlyak, Eugene was here (somewhere) - he taught manners - you can’t be too rude. In general, I don’t see where I see myself everywhere, bgg)
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Man!
It's great!!! I SO laughed :)))) Your fantasy is just incredible. I liked absolutely everything. Language - “Bravo!”, The plot +++++ 100.
I add to my favorites. THANK!
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Yeah, the first part and I like it :)
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Here all the parts are witty :)
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Yes, here I am, here, where am I to go? Since yesterday, I have been pereklinilo, all looking for a way out of the chamber number 6 and I do not find! Why are you so with me, chetlan? At first, he laughed, then stuttered, then almost obsess ... (sorry, ladies), reading all this !! Some kind of KVN contest, a shorter day! ... Author - BRAVO, a forum - big and hot ...
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I am very glad that at last a new story appeared for the Man))) the first part of the story is unmatched, but when everything is described from the point of view of Ksyusha, all desire disappears! Feyspalm, damn it! But this "Manyunya" just tightly killed in me desire for sex - _-
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What to do: artistic truth required adherence to girlish vocabulary :) Yet rarely does anyone call to themselves THIS a hot hole, a sweet pussy, etc., etc. :)
However, perhaps you are a medical worker and are used to accurate anatomical terminology? ;)
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Not anatomy, of course, and not obscenities ... but somehow different, so that it was with a certain bit of female modesty and desire for sex at the same time! "Manyunya" ... you need to think of that)))
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So from my hopelessly masculine point of view, Manyyun is with that very little :)
Well, convincing everyone is as difficult as satisfying;)
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yeah :)
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thanks, chuckled :)
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Manyunya very cute and characteristic of the maiden vocabulary. Bravo Man !!! As always great, with humor and tact !!!
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Neighing. Gee, thanks
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Oh, thank you! :) Now in difficult life situations I will remind myself that it is ugly to nervously twitch with the tip of the tail! :)
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Isaac Asimov has a similar story (unfortunately, I don’t remember the name), but there’s a slightly different ending;) is your version more humanized or something? liked it
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