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2500, 2850, 3100. The numbers on the gas station counter were spinning like mad. Already three and a half mower! - thought Max. - Yes, I would have had enough money for a week! Almost. Eh! - Maksik! Soon there? - Patted his palm on the shoulder Galka. - Soon. - Maxim grunted. But he was not sure. You might think he knows how much in the tank ...
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Hello, dear eroticspace readers! =) You can call me Vlad!
An interesting story from the already distant 2002! Great were the times! Six months before this event, I said goodbye to the “boyishness” and proudly considered myself a man. But this may be another time. And what I tell happened in the fall. My city K. at this time is quite chilly and gray. The administration of that time (I really do not know who they were) was mainly engaged in their own enrichment, rather than leisure of their citizens. That ...
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An interesting story from the already distant 2002! Great were the times! Six months before this event, I said goodbye to the “boyishness” and proudly considered myself a man. But this may be another time. And what I tell happened in the fall. My city K. at this time is quite chilly and gray. The administration of that time (I really do not know who they were) was mainly engaged in their own enrichment, rather than leisure of their citizens. That ...
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Dear readers in my 37 stories, I will describe for you one more of their sexual adventures. Briefly remind myself. My name is Ilona. Now I am 24 years old. I am a simple girl from Ukraine. Of medium height, slim, with a chest of the second size, an attractive figure. And now I begin my story.
Winter holidays began. I then studied in the second year of economics. The new year has already arrived. I met him very well with my girlfriends Sveta and Julia. We had a wonderful two days without ...
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Winter holidays began. I then studied in the second year of economics. The new year has already arrived. I met him very well with my girlfriends Sveta and Julia. We had a wonderful two days without ...
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During the winter, contrary to the expectations and hopes of chemistry teacher Inna Alekseevna, sexual harassment by her neighbor did not stop. Anxious in her soul, the woman noticed that with the arrival of spring, his sexual appetite had even increased somewhat. A restless neighbor did all sorts of nasty and dirty things to her, humiliated her and forced her to have sex. The woman, as before, struggled to avoid her neighbor, but when she did fall into his hands, she held herself proudly and stubbornly did not want to accept poses ...
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I spent the night restlessly. In my disturbing dream, Vsevolod appeared only in order to immediately slip away from me to different girls, giving up his place naked to Pasha, Yuri, or (to my quiet horror) Viktor Ivanovich. I woke up, relieved to see that it was just a dream, and again I tried to sleep. But the obsessive story was repeated and repeated in different variations. In the end, when it was already beginning to get light, I decided that this could not continue any further and that this nonsense about mine ...
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After the May holidays in our technical school there was a competition in mathematics. Still, the third year, we are almost all adults, almost everyone is already 18 years old, so the competition was not sponsored by the Ministry of Education, but under the auspices of the Ministry. And the sponsor was pretty cool - our city building department!
Oh, and curators of our three groups fussed! Especially Irina Ivanovna - curator of our 312 groups. After all, the other two of our ladies have been working for a long time, and she is only two years after the institute, so she and ...
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Oh, and curators of our three groups fussed! Especially Irina Ivanovna - curator of our 312 groups. After all, the other two of our ladies have been working for a long time, and she is only two years after the institute, so she and ...
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Moscow, July. Today turned out to be an abnormally hot, but cloudy day.We are walking with Anya through the Garden Ring. Anya wore a light, very cute, sweet, gently blue sarafan and sandily. Well, very sexy! I just could not get enough of admiring such a lovely creature! But I tried to keep myself within the bounds of decency, because I really, really love Anya and do not want to frighten her with the impulse of "sexual insatiability."
Anya and I just walked, holding hands, and at ease ...
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Anya and I just walked, holding hands, and at ease ...
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Dear readers, in story 36 I will describe one more of my sexual adventures. For those who have not read my stories will briefly remind myself. My name is Ilona. Now I am 24 years old. I am a simple Ukrainian girl. Of medium height, slim, with a breast of the second size, men always find me quite attractive, and some girls too. And now I begin my story.
The last days of the year were coming. New Year's songs were already playing on the radio. On TV channels launched a festive decoration ...
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The last days of the year were coming. New Year's songs were already playing on the radio. On TV channels launched a festive decoration ...
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Dear readers, in my 35 story I will describe another one of my many sexual adventures. For those who have not read my stories in a few words I will remind myself. My name is Ilona. Now I am 24 years old. But in general, I'm a simple girl from Ukraine. Of medium height, slim, with dark hair, breasts of the second size. It is charming and attractive. And now I begin my story.
Just as I returned from Poland, I had to seriously take up my studies. The semester was already coming to an end and it was necessary ...
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Just as I returned from Poland, I had to seriously take up my studies. The semester was already coming to an end and it was necessary ...
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I am Sanya. I'm already 18 years old. Although “already” is relative, of course. For our village where I live, it’s a lot. And for urban - I like a jerk more.
This is how I live: getting up at five in the morning, helping my mother with the housework, handling the cattle. Often neighbors are asking for something. Like a squirrel in a wheel. No wonder. I don’t have a father - he died of cirrhosis of the liver when I was only six. In our village it is almost not “professional”. For three hundred and a small residents only 42 ...
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This is how I live: getting up at five in the morning, helping my mother with the housework, handling the cattle. Often neighbors are asking for something. Like a squirrel in a wheel. No wonder. I don’t have a father - he died of cirrhosis of the liver when I was only six. In our village it is almost not “professional”. For three hundred and a small residents only 42 ...
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