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My name is Nastya, I am 18 years old, I will tell you my story that happened to me recently.
It was Saturday and I wanted to have a real blast, but all the girlfriends were busy that day. And I decided to go to the club alone, and besides, I always met my friends there and thought that without ...
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It was Saturday and I wanted to have a real blast, but all the girlfriends were busy that day. And I decided to go to the club alone, and besides, I always met my friends there and thought that without ...
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The most vivid memories of the first days in a modeling agency - I am finally in my world. The first fashion show with girls, a sense of strength in how I look.
Scraps of memories. I go putting my feet on an imaginary straight line and see my reflection in a large mirror. Every step and what I saw excited me so that my cheeks were burning.
The first Asian contract and a lot of thoughts alone with him on the plane. The classmates in the academy sit in the tourism class, and I fly over the clouds.
A small room in a high-rise with ...
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Scraps of memories. I go putting my feet on an imaginary straight line and see my reflection in a large mirror. Every step and what I saw excited me so that my cheeks were burning.
The first Asian contract and a lot of thoughts alone with him on the plane. The classmates in the academy sit in the tourism class, and I fly over the clouds.
A small room in a high-rise with ...
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At 8:45. Heck! I'm late for a couple. But I do not worry at all. Yesterday night, we still decided that my early sexual experience will add brightness to our lives. That is why I got up early in the morning to put my body in order, put on a luxurious make-up and put on my blouse with the deepest neckline. And still late. I'm a lady!
I am already opening the door to the audience when suddenly it almost falls out of it ...
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I am already opening the door to the audience when suddenly it almost falls out of it ...
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I want to tell you one, unfortunately, not a fictional story that happened to me a couple of months ago. She has no end and, unfortunately, the incident still affects me, and does not go out of my head.
I will not describe myself, because I don’t think anyone would be interested in this description. One thing matters, I'm 24, I'm a loser, and still a virgin.
Without creating extra water, I would like to move on to what I have long wanted to tell at least someone. And so let's get started ...
I am engaged in the sports section ...
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I will not describe myself, because I don’t think anyone would be interested in this description. One thing matters, I'm 24, I'm a loser, and still a virgin.
Without creating extra water, I would like to move on to what I have long wanted to tell at least someone. And so let's get started ...
I am engaged in the sports section ...
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Alex walked along the promenade in the evening, glancing at the sea distance.
I noticed a bench with a nice girl sitting on it, decided to sit down, and, if lucky, meet each other.
Alex was “pushing” to her, she was wearing a light skirt, a thin blouse without a bra, the protruding nipples slightly pulled the blouse.
He was wearing sweatpants and a designer T-shirt. - Hi, cool evening? - Alex asked, turning to her.
She looked into the smartphone and automatically repeated: - Hi cool evening ...
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I noticed a bench with a nice girl sitting on it, decided to sit down, and, if lucky, meet each other.
Alex was “pushing” to her, she was wearing a light skirt, a thin blouse without a bra, the protruding nipples slightly pulled the blouse.
He was wearing sweatpants and a designer T-shirt. - Hi, cool evening? - Alex asked, turning to her.
She looked into the smartphone and automatically repeated: - Hi cool evening ...
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Mashka's phone stumbled.
- Hi friend.
- I remember. I thought you had forgotten.
- Yeah. This weekend. At your dacha.
- Not ... not with Mishka.I'd rather take a brother. - Masha looked at me. - You are free? - I nodded.
- Yes, the equipment is the same. Until. - and turning to me explained. - Tonka invites to shish kebab.
***
In the morning of September we met at the bus stop in the windbreakers fastened with all buttons and tightened hoods.
At the cottage in the autumn cool. Blue ...
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- Hi friend.
- I remember. I thought you had forgotten.
- Yeah. This weekend. At your dacha.
- Not ... not with Mishka.I'd rather take a brother. - Masha looked at me. - You are free? - I nodded.
- Yes, the equipment is the same. Until. - and turning to me explained. - Tonka invites to shish kebab.
***
In the morning of September we met at the bus stop in the windbreakers fastened with all buttons and tightened hoods.
At the cottage in the autumn cool. Blue ...
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Now I'm lying in bed, in one T-shirt, in the apartment is already a mother, brother. All without strength, my mother thinks that I was unwell, but it was from helplessness, I was lying in the bathroom, and caressing myself slowly, just running my hands over my body, all the excitement came and came to me, it was inside me, and even , but I held on as best I could, my finger had already dropped to the lips, to the clit, mmmmmm, how swollen they were from water and excitement, I stroked the lips slightly by pushing them apart, inserting my finger a little bit there, but ...
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/ I ask you not to take the story seriously, stupidly banter, stupidly to laugh /
I am an excellent student. I studied well at school. After grade 9, I went to college not because of a lack of brains, but, on the contrary, because of a very cunning plan for obtaining the desired profession.
And I was (and still have) my friend type. But not a friend. Like a brother. Like a boyfriend In general, fuck it up who he is to me. Sometimes you want to kill him - he infuriates me so much. And sometimes - no one is dearer and you will not find. And the most interesting thing is that we ...
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I am an excellent student. I studied well at school. After grade 9, I went to college not because of a lack of brains, but, on the contrary, because of a very cunning plan for obtaining the desired profession.
And I was (and still have) my friend type. But not a friend. Like a brother. Like a boyfriend In general, fuck it up who he is to me. Sometimes you want to kill him - he infuriates me so much. And sometimes - no one is dearer and you will not find. And the most interesting thing is that we ...
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