- The story of the New World
- The story of the New World. Part two
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On the first day on the beach, Anya swallowed the sun with unprecedented greed, every ten minutes, changing poses, so that every centimeter of her beautiful body received a long-awaited brown southern tint. Such manipulations were liked not only by the skin of my wife, but also by the surrounding males, who for the most part came to rest with their hippo-like wives. These comrades, hungry for a beautiful female body, were not hiding their desire, staring at Anya all the way around our sun beds, then ...
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