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And now there is no one to be offended and no one else!
While I was walking around Iru, who was standing in an armchair with cancer, in order to be attached to her from behind, she got more comfortable, raising her bare heel and spreading her knees wider. My prick has already parted her labia and slowly began to crawl inside, when suddenly my head knocked:
- Listen, and you do not ...? I don’t have anything with me ...
- Stop it! Sveta and I drink the same pills! All the rules will be, come on! ..
This gave me determination, I smoothly but surely completely drove Ira into my wet pussy dick and started to fuck. I held her ass with both hands from the sides, so it was convenient for me to pull her over by inserting my body into it. She hung her head down from the back of the chair, and now the round white butt was the highest point of her body. It was sweet and pleasant for me to enjoy this lustful girl. She was not the limit of my dreams, but now for some reason I passionately wanted to tear it off.
And precisely tear off, and precisely its. And make it so that she, deeply impaled on my count, screamed, squirmed and moaned, taking from me this inevitable punishment in the form of a deep and rough fucking in her pussy without any kind of gum. I do not know why I wanted to punish her. Just because she provoked me to it herself all evening, probably ... Or maybe because she is able to suck the male member so well, but my Light doesn’t know so well ... Or because she is with her tacit consent her husband is now stretching my little Sissy pussy pussy in the next room ...
I fucked her very hard, sharp and hard, which is not usual for me. And to some extent I even didn’t give a damn if I was hurting her now. I wrapped her long hair on my arm and pulled myself along like reins, when once again I was blowing blows into her cunt by the very balls. From the outside it was like rape. The girl screamed, holding her head up and trying to hold her long black hair squeezed into my fist.
But at the same time, she did not forget to pry my ass. My stomach loudly and loudly slapped the shameless slut on the bare meaty rolls. To this sound was added the rhythmic squelching of a viscous lubricant in its juicy pichalne. Sometimes, while my dick was retreating, air got into the crack and then, when I was again roughly leaning, he would break out with a very obscene sound.
All this action clearly liked Irka. Both of us did not expect that our first sex with her would immediately enter a phase of such almost uncontrollable aggression. I didn’t think that I might ever want to do with some girl like that. Of course, I didn’t want to hurt or harm her in any way. But her wet, shameless cunt ... she, as it seemed to me then, was almost the axis of world evil and definitely received retribution from me now!
So I fought and fucked her, that was strength. I tried as if the salvation of the world depended on it. Under my pushes Irkino body visibly leaned forward, as if trying to run away from me. And so that this well-deserved punishment did not pass the bare end of the indulgence, I put one foot on the seat of her pouf. And now he could, with new force and even deeper, stick her slot on his rod, reaching to the very bottom of her fucking pussy.
I was covered in soap, my fiercely enforced “punishment” gave me a hard breath, I could hardly see or hear what was going on around me. The only important and urgent thing for me was now the furious fucking of this shameless bitch. I laid out to the fullest in every blow, with which I planted my dick in her insatiable pussy, as if I was hammering up piles ...
Irka moaned and shouted something, but her words rushed past my mind. I lost track of time. I do not know if by that moment five minutes or all fifteen had passed, but I just physically had no strength left, but I still wanted to fuck this impudent slut ... And to finish with her, by all means planting a dick as deep as possible. But I still could not finish ...At some point, weakened, I just collapsed on her back to catch my breath.
- Ugh! ... Well, you give ... I have long been everything ... And you? ... No? !! - Surprised, translating the spirit, my concubine.
- Nah ... No way ... I can not ... finish ... But I am now ... Give me ... a minute ...
- Wait, let's not! We must roll over ...
I got off Ira and let her take a different position. She almost lay in the chair on her back, legs high, and holding them under her knees. Still not regaining my breath, I stood beside her and watched my distracted member pulsate and spring in the air.
“And now or to me!” She looked at me with a tender look, closed her eyes and stretched out her lips for a kiss, straightening a beautiful kokoshnik, entangled in thick black hair, on her head.
I did not object to her, immediately threw the trousers that hindered me on the floor and got both knees on the seat right next to her priests. After some manipulations, my penis was again completely put into Irina's warm pussy, and her whole body was now right under me.
I was lying on a little girl who was wide apart, obediently accepting my "punitive" organ in her tender, defenseless and so gentle, as I now thought, pussy. All my anger disappeared somewhere at once. I still wanted to fuck this girl, but not at all with fury, not rudely, but very long, slowly and affectionately.
Oddly enough, the excitement of this flooded with even greater force. I could hardly move her pussy with a prick, but now I felt every millimeter, every cell of her hot and slippery from the lubricant of a girl's nature. I especially liked how her limp, pliable and tender body obeyed me, listened and enjoyed every moment of my penetration into it.
- My good ... I am yours ... all-all ... everywhere-everywhere ... take me as you want ... as much as you want ... wherever you want ... do with me what you want ... everything my holes and chinks are just yours ... fuck me ... paw me ... fuck me ... hoop, pull on ... I'm all yours ...
I listened to her passionate whisper and did exactly what she asked for. I put my hands under her caftan and drank in the elastic soft warmth of her breasts. Her hot and fluid chinks squished beneath me even from the most insignificant movements inside.
Gradually, our cohabitation with Ira began to resemble rocking on the waves. Not so convenient, at first glance, for such actions, the armchair began to seem to us as a paradise boat on which we sailed somewhere to nirvana. The power of unknown nature rolled back and forth, forcing both of us to repeat the dictated rhythm.
- Touch me ... Paws ... Ebi! ... Ebi deep! ... Ebi much! ... Fuck me like a bitch ... In all holes ... I deserved it, I know ... Fuck me ... And cum for me for it! ... - Ira whispered, without ceasing.
And I was unable to utter a sound, just listened to this passionate brunette breathing insanely and deeply breathing beneath me, and how she was thrilled simply from the mere presence of my hard member inside my over-excited body.
My hands stroked her breasts, back, stomach. Our lips touched, tongues immediately intertwined. Her drunken breath clouded my mind again. Now I didn’t punish Ira at all for some fictitious offense there, I just reveled in her, her pliable body, her shameless temperament ...
Her mouth was covered with my lips. My fingers madly and uncontrollably caressed her body wherever they could reach. And my dick, almost to the base entered into her warm cozy crack, only moved a little. But this, as it turned out, is quite enough to bring the girl to orgasm.
Soon, I felt how her completely smooth skin under her caftan had recently covered with small pimples and became even more sensitive to my touch. I stroked and caressed the little girl boiling with passion, without ceasing to gently and gently fuck in a naked pussy.
She could not moan, because her mouth was covered with my mouth, and only mumbled and shuddered from the rolling spasms of orgasmic bliss. They began to diverge from the lower abdomen with lightning, echo somewhere inside the ass, permeate the whole girl's body.As soon as one wave of these spasms subsided, the next second a new, even stronger wave rolled in. I felt the whole length of her penis inserted into her pussy as her pink and tender flesh grabs each time more and more, and then releases my hot firmament.
It is difficult to describe the delight that you feel about how sweetly lustful sissy skillfully fucked in her bare pussy cums under you. Ira could not even moan, rolling her head back, she gasped for air. Then, for almost a minute, she was shaking with a shiver, struggling to clasp my dick in her hot fountain of semen with strong muscles of her gentle writing. At this moment I wanted to howl from pleasure, but I could not, because I was unable to interrupt this long and hot kiss on the lips of the trembling girl under me from the orgasm.
Now we both finished, but we didn’t want to leave this cozy squat nest that this little chair had turned into. We lay there, dissolving in each other. Now we can hear sounds coming from the bedroom, where Sveta and Igor have retired.
Measured at first creaking high mattress, on which Irina husband now worked with naked crack of my Sveta, became more and more loud. Against its background, barely noticeable girlish cries of "A ... A ... A ..." were heard in time with rhythmic jolts.
I know these exclamations well. I heard them today ... now yesterday afternoon. We arranged a quiet hour with Sveta so as not to sleep through the New Year's Eve. But both could not sleep for a long time and decided to have sex. I still have before my eyes a gentle, delightfully beautiful and completely bald pisya of my “school girl”.
She lay in the middle of the bed, placing one of the pillows under her bare ass and spreading her slender legs wide, so that it would be more convenient for me to deeply fuck her in a sweet hairless swag - for some reason she especially likes it when I call her pussy. I lay on top of her and revel in the tenderness between the legs of my beloved shameless girl.
My balls hit the bottom of the little butt buns, and the penis, like a shuttle, “darned” a juicy slit. This went on for several minutes, until these same exclamations "A ... A ... A ..." became audible. And now they were getting louder and clearer through the door of the closed bedroom.
Ira and I listened to them with bated breath, until in a flash they turned into a single drawn-out moan “AAAAAAAAAA !!! ... ", followed by a short bass roar of Igor, who had probably just finished the Light right into her gentle and tender pussy ...
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- Well, wow, the year has begun ... - I said thoughtfully, looking at the courtyard through the window of the landing from the height of the fourteenth floor.
- Yeah ... - Igor thoughtfully agreed, exhaling cigarette smoke through his nostrils.
Then we silently stood and smoked for another five minutes, while our Snow Maidens cleaned up themselves, locked together in the bathroom. We both thought about the challenge they had thrown to us, how this night would have passed if we had not accepted this challenge, and how we all should live on ...
The rest of the holiday get-togethers, oddly enough, we spent quite the same way as millions of other companies celebrating the New Year. We ate, drank, chatted, joked, danced ... In a word, nothing betrayed in us what we did in the greater half of this night.
Already at dawn, by the time when Sveta and I were ready to leave, all four of them could hardly believe that all this was in fact - everything seemed too much like some kind of surreal, but such an unforgettable dream. And only the soft blue caftans of our two Snow Maidens made, nevertheless, believe it.
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In my opinion, not enough easy, unobtrusive femdom, because the men were all agree.
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Wonderful! if only then jealousy did not torture.
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Sober up after a New Year's binge and tortured!))
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Do you know this from your own experience? It seems to me that if this is a real story, then there is no reason for regrets.
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And I did not like it. Virtually all the attention in the story was given to Ira, and what happened to Sveta remained, as they say, “behind the scenes”. I did not like it very much.
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Then I recommend reading my story "My Girl." There is no name in that story, but Light is the very image to which I dedicated it.
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And there is not that subject (((
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Right, not a word about swing. But I thought that you just wanted to get closer acquainted with the image of Sveta - such a quiet and homely girl, who was the first to talk about the exchange of partners in the plot of this story.
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There was nothing better to read. I read stories describing sex in all variations, most often invented, and in various combinations of partners ... but this exciting, warm and sensual - was not necessary. The story is good “as it is”, without any adornments in the form of additives like: “Almost all the attention in the story was paid to Ira, and what happened to Sveta left, as they say,“ behind the scenes ".” The story is in the first person.
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I agree to all 200%! Added to favorites!
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To the author - bravo !!! Such a "lively" and "cozy" New Year's story. I would like, of course, to continue with a large number of "male" contests (and then the husbands here, in my opinion, were slightly deprived). Well, in the end, the union of two couples in the same bed. Happy New Year everyone!))
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ANAPHYLACTIC SHOCK
Life is so arranged that at any age you never cease to be surprised by the surrounding reality. Lawyers have a saying that you do not know your relatives, if you have not shared an inheritance with them. To paraphrase, let me assume that you do not know yourself if you did not participate with your soulmate in group sex or swing.
Why am I ...?
Oh yes...)))
One can argue about the author’s literary talents for a long time, but what God has not cheated him about is a sense of humor. Use female popochki at the party as candlesticks, this is a subtle erotic aestheticism ...
We must pay tribute to him (the author), but at the beginning of the story, he honestly warns that he is not responsible for the results of the experiment. I will not say for everyone, but personally, my physiology is so arranged that as soon as they no longer energetically insert, it comes out of my butt, not so much as a candle, but a living member with a man jumps into the bargain like a cork from a bottle of champagne.
However, the armchair given by hot wax and the burnt-down palace is a headache for the apartment's mistress, especially since they (the heroes of the narration) could easily play cards for desire or for undressing, the result would be the same, if two aunts decided, dilute the men for fornication.
At once I will make a reservation that I treat tolerance to any perversions, but I do not practice swing myself, and I treat it as a dubious diversion. But this is just my opinion. Teach someone life, I'm definitely not going. Moreover, I have to admit that even a trivial betrayal is more humane for a partner's pride, but the swing is much more honest, like any question directly posed in interpersonal relations, but more on that later.
And back to the author's text, I note that it turned out to be quite funny, puritanically innocent, and ... romantically touching. Here in the comments they write that there was not enough femdom, tin, and there is no description of the emotions of all the characters. All the attention of Ira, and Sveta remained behind the scenes, etc.d., Personally, I hardly agree with such assessments.
It is the absence of femdom and other manifestations of the total mess that give vitality to the narrative and did not let it fall into banal trash. In other words, both sisters were balancing on the thin line between erotic adventure and frank lyuly with muzzle, scandal, and disassembly until the divorce.
Of course, no one knows the mentality of their husbands better than their wives. In turn, the relationship between sisters are either very trusting or openly conflicting. It is clear that girls who grew up together, unwittingly, know about each other so much that their husbands never dreamed of. However, such a lack of ceremony in the readiness to drag both husbands into one bed can indicate either a delicate mind and knowledge of male psychology, or a complete recklessness of both sisters.
As one friend told me that a couple of years ago they sat down with my wife on a swing. I was not married then, so I nicked cheerfully, such as that, as an unmarried girl, I would hardly make up a company, but I was curious, “Well, and how are they other people's wives much sweeter ...?”
The answer, I must say, was discouraged. I do not remember how it sounded literally, but the general meaning was that the swing is not how you tumble with someone else's wife, but the emotions that you feel when your wife unceremoniously take the hand and as a prostitute lead into the next room, what would fuck @ th ... And if you add to this, the feelings that you feel from the energetic squeaking of the bed in the next room and the temperament of the pre-tremendous ecstasy, especially if you know her Okha and Ahi yourself, but you have heard in her performance for the first time s, swing experience may be below average ...
And for those who want to experiment in the swing format, let me remind you that at home after the party you will have an inevitable debriefing during which you can get thanks and crazy sex, or you can get hysterical, a pumpkin pan and a long divorce with children and property.
In the case of my friend, everything worked out relatively safely and to a timid question: “How are you, someone else’s dear husband?”
Darling, tactfully muttered, like nothing special. But according to the glistening eyes and the blush appearing on the cheeks, he himself guessed ...))) That she had not been delighted with her husband before, and now she no longer perceived as a man.
From me a dozen and three crosses ... (Write ISCO)
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Thank you very much, Anfisa, for, I think, a very competent and deep psychoanalysis of this situation. You absolutely rightly paid attention to my preamble at the very beginning of the story (in italics), I had in it not only the danger of harm to health or ruin the carpet, but above all - irreparably cripple interpersonal relations.
I am also glad that you appreciated my idea to create something not dirty, not banal, far from rudeness and all sorts of abominations, but a story full of home comfort, romanticism and eroticism.
And, judging by your widespread comment, I succeeded. Perhaps even succeeded and more! Perhaps this story will allow readers not only to plunge into the atmosphere of erotic excitement, but also to think seriously about the value and fragility of what we sometimes so lightly neglect, and that, in fact, we all should be cherished as the most precious and valuable Life - love and trust of our loved ones.
In my own life, for example, three years ago something happened that at one moment forever and irrevocably destroyed the trust in my beloved — my wife, with whom I had lived FOURTEEN years! And it was my real anaphylactic shock ...
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Are you married? Long? This is about your rejection of swing ...
Good comment, not for the first time, I enjoy reading. Thank. So you are not just a reader. Why can not I write to you in a personal ...Could it be so conceived? Can you write to me?
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Anyway, for the first time I touched on the swing theme and I can hardly do it again. I do not know what even found me! After all, swing is not just treason, but treason, squared! And forgive treason (as it turned out !!!) is not as easy as it seems at first glance!
Believe me, this is very painful. Even when you change yourself, then you still face torments of conscience (if, of course, this rudimentary body has not yet completely atrophied!), And this is also associated with pain caused to yourself and your loved one.
It turns out that swingers are the same sado-masochists, and BDSM is definitely not my profile !!! Oh nafig ... I'd rather continue to write fairy tales! :)
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Thank you very much for the Christmas tale. I have not received such pleasure from reading on this site for a long time. I will go read others your stories.
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Very nicely and skillfully everything is described, author respect!
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Thank you so much, colleague Argentos, for your words!
Well, it seems that the story really turned out to be interesting, judging by the reviews and the controversy that followed ...
I am grateful to all readers who have shown interest in him, and especially to those who read it to the end!
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BALLY MEASURES OF SMALL CONSCIENCE
My God, how much expression, what temperament, what texture ...
It reminded me of a reprise from Stand Apa, when Pavel Volya pouring champagne under the President’s speech loudly chanting: - I take the promise not to drink until the New Year ...)))
I do not want to seem annoying, but I hesitate to ask, and what the respected author drank or smoked, on Christmas Eve. And what is so bad about the swing format that he no longer touches it? If I stepped on some very sick blister, then I apologize for my tactlessness.
As I already wrote, the swing is much more honest than a banal betrayal because it requires the initial consent of your partner. But personally, I myself feel like swinging as entertainment for the notorious losers. For me, free relationships in a marriage look psychologically hygienic, but this is already a personal choice of everyone. Let me remind you that this is my personal opinion.
The fact that the lover fucks better than his wife, and other people's wives and brides are extraordinarily good in bed, every man knows ...)))
This phenomenon, since student days, remains beyond my understanding. Why, I ask, married this, if the other, in your opinion better ...?
However, I have to admit that she herself, in beds with other husbands, behaved much more boldly than with peers who had been caring for a long time, blushing, turning pale and embarrassed to undress when we were alone. Like, you want an inaccessible and modest princess from a children's fairy tale, you will have a "Princess" ... And if you rented a girl for one night, then you will be a "Slut" ...
Men usually seek a reasonable compromise, but a compromise is always worse than any of the options. I am not ready to give advice, but I always preferred to go to theaters and balls with those who considered me "Princess", and tr @ to hang out with those who considered me "Whore." There were no overlays, the results were always above all expectations. Judging by the reviews, I, too, always justified, the most daring expectations ...
And what, one wonders, is swing good ...?
It is primitive justice and good. In other words, Every fox praises its tail. Or before showing off your horns, look at your friend's horns and apologize ...)))
Men generally love to compete. Boast cars, measured pussy and all that. Like, my wife, girlfriend, girlfriend, kept woman (cross out the unnecessary) is not like that, she is never anyone by anybody, no, no ...)))
However, if you, as they say, have reached the swing and changed your wives, then the old notions of female modesty are no longer quoted. In other words, for the phrase: - You know, my bed is much more modest than yours ...You can get in the forehead from his own wife. Moreover, sitting by the pool at the boys after such a party is considered a good form to exchange compliments about their wives: - Yours, the girl is having a great fuck, buddy ... - But yours is so sucking that you can rock ...
It was shocked, but I confess that I personally heard a similar dialogue in a hotel in Cyprus. Both couples, by the way, were on a honeymoon trip and met the day before, to which she herself was a witness. I will not hide the fact that such self-admiration with my own horns not only amazed me, I am awfully ...
Why am I ...?
And to the fact that I am certainly a decisive person, including a 180-degree turn from the gate, but even it’s hard for me to imagine what should have happened as you write "... at one moment forever and irrevocably ruined trust in your beloved man ... "Especially since you lived together for fourteen years ...
For example, I have been married for seven years, and then I would be sorry to ruin the well-established family life and emotional balance. I even hesitate to suppose that this should have happened in the family life of a person with such an uncommon range of psychological stability as a respected author (Niki720). Or your erotic tolerance is only enough for erotic stories, and in life you are an average man in the street and a provincial bigot?
However, regard this passage as a joke.
I just wanted to put together a couple of lines about the hygiene of relations to ANAPHYLACTIC SHOCK.
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Oh, Anfisa! ... And you are not only a psychologist, but also a philosopher! :) I do not think that it would be appropriate to answer your question here ... ... what should have happened in the family life of a person? ..., I already wrote too much ... If you like, we can go into private messages.
Here I will just explain why I will not write more about swing. For this I will draw an analogy. In my understanding, cheating is something like hunting: there is a hunter - the one who changes, and there is a victim - the one who is changed. On any hunt, the victim has at least a miserable chance to escape, hide, or even attack a hunter, having fought for his life. That is, the victim of treason can find out and take revenge: to leave or change in return ... And swing in this sense is like shooting animals in a zoo.
So I do not even for a second want to feel like a scumbag, pattering in cages from a shotgun, or a beast huddled in a corner of a cage in anticipation of a bullet.
Swing honesty is just an illusion! Proverte, it only seems to you that you and your husband will be able to forgive each other for treason if it happened mutually and by mutual agreement. There is no more than 10% chance that you can force yourself to forgive him for your partner ... and now multiply these probabilities and you will understand that with a 99% probability this attraction will end sadly for your relationship. Is it worth it?
In short ... I do not advise anyone to try in practice, carefully read the preamble !!!)))
But vzdrochnut such fantasies - this, as they say, welcome!)))
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I have never been interested in statistics of swingers divorces, but I think that your “statistics” reflect only your personal rigid emotional - cognitive attitudes ... On the rest in a personal ...
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Once again, Thank you Anfisa for your comments. I read them with the same pleasure as the stories. I understand why I can not write in a personal ...
I would be grateful if you write me an e-mail ...
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Very funny story. I think many will want after reading to play such a fun game. In the company or tete-a-tete you decide of course, but in any case the outcome of events will be memorable for all participants of this exciting game !!!
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Just the same shine! Rich language, inventiveness in creating situations ... Glitter :)
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About refusing to write about swing.
The situation falls into two (as if) parts:
1. Do not write about swing - literature is good or bad. Shades are possible. But there are no taboo topics. Do not confuse the phantom literary image with the actual situation.
2. Do not participate in the swing. Well, this is just yours :)
Somewhere like that.
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Thank you, Vehf277, for your interest in my stories (not just this one)! 100% agree with both statements. I note only that when you write a story (and especially in the porno genre), it is rather difficult to disengage from all images, events, actions of heroes and their experiences. Unwittingly you miss everything through your own perception. I would like to write about something pleasantly exciting, quickening pulse, exciting and disturbing ... The very topic of betrayal, for example, excites very many (and quite popular on this resource, by the way!), So I’ll probably come back to it . But swing ... no, I don’t want to write about him yet. Although ... Who knows! If life suddenly inspires, perhaps I will return to this piquant topic ...)))
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