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Chapter 3
A short, thin girl in a short tunic jumped off the high boulder onto the sand. Her movements were incredibly swift and filled with just some kind of inhuman grace. Caught right in front of the satire and his girlfriend, the stranger was confused, apparently did not expect to stumble upon someone here. This delay in a couple of seconds allowed a better look at the stranger. Jersey almost screamed, realizing that the girl really is not a man. It was an elf! At least she looked ...
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A short, thin girl in a short tunic jumped off the high boulder onto the sand. Her movements were incredibly swift and filled with just some kind of inhuman grace. Caught right in front of the satire and his girlfriend, the stranger was confused, apparently did not expect to stumble upon someone here. This delay in a couple of seconds allowed a better look at the stranger. Jersey almost screamed, realizing that the girl really is not a man. It was an elf! At least she looked ...
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The most depraved of all. But this is the reason for the strong influence of fate on the actors, since a crucial moment in their life has come.
Two weeks before the new year 2015, the magic phrase sounded: “In kulak household there is a bullish tail and a rope”. "A bull dick - count!". - Added Vadim. The phrase was issued by Victor in the context of the question of Vali, what to do with the property in Kyshtym. All agreed that the apartments need to be sold. - And the property on the cheap stuff to distribute? - Valya asked ...
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Two weeks before the new year 2015, the magic phrase sounded: “In kulak household there is a bullish tail and a rope”. "A bull dick - count!". - Added Vadim. The phrase was issued by Victor in the context of the question of Vali, what to do with the property in Kyshtym. All agreed that the apartments need to be sold. - And the property on the cheap stuff to distribute? - Valya asked ...
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Dear readers in my 50 story I will describe for you one more sexual adventure of yours. Briefly remind myself. My name is Ilona. I am now 24 years old, and so I am an ordinary girl from Ukraine. Medium height, slim with a chest of the second size, dark hair. And now I begin my story.
Spring has fully entered into their rights. The snow has almost completely melted. It has become a relatively body. Mostly began to try to turn green grass. Weekend was coming. Yanka, as usual, drove off home. I decided on these ...
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Spring has fully entered into their rights. The snow has almost completely melted. It has become a relatively body. Mostly began to try to turn green grass. Weekend was coming. Yanka, as usual, drove off home. I decided on these ...
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- Margarita, the chef called you to the hall! - she heard the call of the assistant. A voice brought her back to reality, wresting an imaginary show from a wave. Margo all the latest watches imagined the movements of models in her dresses, and nothing could hold more thought than the upcoming tender show. 12 dresses hung in a row, waiting for the girls to put them on. Her collection. She worked on it for the last few months, and after a few minutes Andrei will see the model line. Margo could not fully ...
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Having sent my father to all devils, and having gone to investigate the Wastes, I accidentally stumbled upon a military base, near which the survivors of the disaster had dug round. Soldiers who occupied the base helped the refugees with food and medicine, but they categorically refused to allow them to enter the base. I was one of the few outsiders for whom an exception was made. And all because one of the military doctors, Dr. Wong, desperately needed an intelligent assistant, and at the same time an errand boy. I was settled in ...
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A week ago I was stunned by the upcoming vacation. Hooray, to go to work, calls, nerves and subordinates. Ahead was two weeks of such a native Turkish coast, full of idleness. That was a week ago.And what now, you ask? No, the vacation did not disappear anywhere, the vouchers did not melt, Turkey lived and was in good health. From the schedule of the trip evaporated wife with mother-in-law. Fie, you wife naturally stayed where to go after 20 years of marriage. My dearest mother-in-law, God bless her unimaginable health (she is still ...
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Long past midnight - the moon and the stars are running across the sky with their own, only known to them way, the crickets “singing out” their bizarre trills, the restless family of owls tirelessly drags the chicks of gapered mice and frogs, and I'm standing on the balcony. Sleep has not been coming to me for several days.
My beloved spouse Elena is just about to come to me - I can already hear the incomparable smell of her hair and light weightless steps. Come up to me, snuggle up behind a noticeably rounded tummy and put your sweet ...
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My beloved spouse Elena is just about to come to me - I can already hear the incomparable smell of her hair and light weightless steps. Come up to me, snuggle up behind a noticeably rounded tummy and put your sweet ...
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On the street there is such a heat - the heat hangs in the air in a single thick mass enveloping your whole body. Heat comes from asphalt, from which even shoes begin to melt. But there is a salvation in this hell - it's the climate in the car, air conditioning at home and in the office, and, of course, a cold shower ...
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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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