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I do not want to ... Good petting is even better than charging masturbation on Skype, so sho happens in reality. In the bus, for example, in a crush. Right now that hustle is not. Divorced these buses, like dogs are not cut. More precisely, the dog finally disappeared ...
And in the early years, I'm going in such a crush. And right before me a woman stands. Eyes - sea-okian. The rest is something I do not see. But I feel, yes. She rested her powerful breast into my frailty and moved gently and gently that way. With a pont bus swings on ...
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And in the early years, I'm going in such a crush. And right before me a woman stands. Eyes - sea-okian. The rest is something I do not see. But I feel, yes. She rested her powerful breast into my frailty and moved gently and gently that way. With a pont bus swings on ...
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The story is dedicated to my girlfriends Irishka and Anya.
*** - And who are you? - the stunted young man was very surprised when he came to his room.
In the middle of his room stood a thin tall girl. She wore only translucent silver panties from an unknown material and to top it off the ensemble - a small bust through which cute little nipples peeped. Her lips and cheeks were heavily smeared with strawberry jam. The girl put a huge spoon in almost ...
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*** - And who are you? - the stunted young man was very surprised when he came to his room.
In the middle of his room stood a thin tall girl. She wore only translucent silver panties from an unknown material and to top it off the ensemble - a small bust through which cute little nipples peeped. Her lips and cheeks were heavily smeared with strawberry jam. The girl put a huge spoon in almost ...
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It has long been, I do not remember in what, such a year. But that girl's name was Irina. I remembered it well! For some reason, she called me, Yurik, but tenderly went out, Yurchik. I, naturally, Irochka. At first I wanted a toffee. It was very tasty, it was like chocolate toffee, but it did not harmonize with the name. Name Toffee, she did not like.
It was a hot summer and two whole days off. We decided to use them to the fullest. In the evening at the dance, and after them Lyuboff.
The dispute came about because of the morning and the day. - Irochka ...
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It was a hot summer and two whole days off. We decided to use them to the fullest. In the evening at the dance, and after them Lyuboff.
The dispute came about because of the morning and the day. - Irochka ...
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About the contest, which arose under the auspices and wings of the administration, the “Short Story Competition named after O. Henry” is already sufficiently covered. But I repeat.
The competition is dedicated to the greatest humorist of all times and peoples of O. Henry. To take part in the competition, it is enough to make a ridiculous amount of one hundred rubles. Those who do not have it, can apply to the sponsorship fund. And their story will take part in the competition for absolutely FREE.
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The competition is dedicated to the greatest humorist of all times and peoples of O. Henry. To take part in the competition, it is enough to make a ridiculous amount of one hundred rubles. Those who do not have it, can apply to the sponsorship fund. And their story will take part in the competition for absolutely FREE.
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Which stories are worth tens, and which are not? I brought some criteria for myself and I want to tell them to you, my dear readers and admirers. Immediately make a reservation. None of my stories reach even a troechka according to my scale of story values on CT. What is the difference of my scale from the generally accepted or classified STovsky? Well, certainly not the average number of balls. If I now have a dozen and only four estimates, it does not say anything.
Spit on ratings. But not really. They should be ...
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Spit on ratings. But not really. They should be ...
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While she was undressing, I quickly ran into the shower, greatly amazed by my act my mistress. She was at a loss from my practicality. However, crouching on our bed, she began to look, perhaps, at her future abode of residence. “The curtains need to be changed,” said my woman, going up to the window, “this is just absurd and absurd. They do not fit the interior at all. - And the furniture! Oh my God! Well, this is no good, - looking at my room for the time being, she said ...
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The girl was not like Angelina Jolie. Sarah Bernard did not lie with her either. Edith Piaf? Yoko Ono? Far from kin. But maybe Brigid Bardo? Not in that steppe.She was fat, and I sent pictures of Monica Vitti, Monica Bellucci and, of course, the singers of Singing Cowards and Brilliant. No, she did not rely on the fact that this is her selfie. She just looks like them. Looks like ... was ... twenty years ago. And now, sitting in front of me, looked like Ivan Vasilyevich’s wife, the one who said the immortal phrase that became ...
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Bedside table
The guy really wanted to eat and drink. He was the bedside table of his mistress. On his bare back, between the shoulder blades, stood a tall glass filled with red wine. Mrs. Stanislav warned Kitty that if he dares to move in time for her meal, the glass will fall and, God forbid, break, she will punish him. Strongly punish. The glass is very expensive and made from some rare glass. Stepan did not move. He carried out the order of the lady not to eat anything from the morning until coming to ...
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The guy really wanted to eat and drink. He was the bedside table of his mistress. On his bare back, between the shoulder blades, stood a tall glass filled with red wine. Mrs. Stanislav warned Kitty that if he dares to move in time for her meal, the glass will fall and, God forbid, break, she will punish him. Strongly punish. The glass is very expensive and made from some rare glass. Stepan did not move. He carried out the order of the lady not to eat anything from the morning until coming to ...
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Oh, how sweet it is to feel humiliated, subdued, slave. The slave of my mistress. I catch drops in my mouth. The last drops of golden rain erupting from her womb on my face. They are slightly salty. A bit bitter. They are large like summer rain. They are just as warm. No, even hot. Fiery, like jets of molten metal spilling from the caster's ladle.
I admire her slender legs, which like two Eiffel towers hung over me. No, they are not direct. My lady pushed them on ...
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I admire her slender legs, which like two Eiffel towers hung over me. No, they are not direct. My lady pushed them on ...
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Sylvie remembered that boy from her childhood. It has been almost ten years since that last time, when they gently kissed there, in the courtyard of her house, during parting. The boy promised to return: he will be treated, and he will definitely return. - And if I, suddenly ... well, you understand ... you will not forget me? - Do not say that! - tears came upon the eyes of the girl. - You must cure. And we will be together forever. And if ... and if, I will be faithful to you forever. - Sylvie ...
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