Marah is the heal of the blood, but always the righteous death of the vein in her castle of the black stone. This lock was reflected in Smorodinka River. Nearby, Kalinow Bridge was waiting. Often she walked along with him from his own kingdom of the dead in the kingdom of the people and other living beings. It has given strength, strength to everlasting, but dull life. After all, it is encompassed in this beautiful and youthful body! Divinely beautiful body! Her black hairs curl up to the tender large breasts, slightly covering her socks. Her long, straight legs gently flow into a round and standing band. The mara is full of eroticism and statistiy, but the status of the goddess of death did not allow her to use all of this beauty. And she wanted it! She often presses as she squeezes the lips of a young young girl with her lips, as she hands her neck on her neck, her shoulders, as she scoops her skid on her neck, and he has a quick pattern of the body of the child's head, and he will have a curved pattern. But it was just a sweep!

The marah poured upon their strength, she thirsted with all the cages of her divine body. She was ready to replenish the infinite, sacred essence of the short-circuited heart! And this sad thing happened, and to change your status the goddess did not come.

In one of the approaches to the world of the living, Mara took deep into birchwood, wrestling so much and shaded its own life, its energy! Les raised her mistreatment, Mareh has said that she herself is now alive! She walked so much for the weight of the time that was not understandable - it remained for the sake of comfort, everything dissolved in this weight! But this silence of an innocent time was aroused by a single deed: fast and strong. He rushed, straightened at weight with a tremendous speed. And nothing: neither the trees, nor their twigs prevented him from running through the forest! This was Volkolak - the essence of transcendence - people in the waveform or volk in the human form, everything depended on this stage of its rhythm. Now it was a man, but with the power of the pillow! Volkolka razoko-lukostvovilsya at the perfect body of the goddess Mara, looked attentively at her, when their eyes intersected - they flashed a few flashes!

They both zamerli for an instant, then rushed to each other. Their lips burned together, their bodies hot and young touched, they hugged each other, their bodies were hot. Then Maru ruined Volkalak on the earth, although he did not oppose it. She sat down on him a hard member, led him to his side, and began to move: in the upper and lower, and so many times! Volkolak squeezed her eggs with his hands, he helped the Mare with a rhythm. Member Volkola slid into the water gap of Mara, and from his hot fires, she became all powerful! When Mara reached the peak, and her sign came true, she fell on Volkol’s chest. The wall of the Mara was heard in the whole neighborhood of the Smorodinka River! A Volkolov poured his work, for an unbelievable period of time, the power of enjoyment raged on the weight! They were very good!

After these violent and beautiful instances, they lay around, and they looked back, they looked at the beautiful, deep palate, it was now good! And no sissy thoughts have clouded their heads. The world around the night, all the rest stayed! They were only in this world! Eh, if it could be to prolong these minutes forever, to set aside time for the whole maras life! But, alas, at all, there is a beginning, at all, there is an end! Here and there my statement has come to an end!