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“Is it weak, right now, to pick up a man? Well, it's weak, admit it. Weak, weak. All you women invent. There are no goats away from us, of course. So prove it. “Sanya with a grin glanced at his wife. They were driving on the highway, Sanya was driving, their shabby long life "Audi".
“Wouldn't you regret it, hubby?” Lera, who was sitting in the passenger seat, snapped at her husband. “You, asshole, at least understand what you are pushing me to? You think I can not? Even as I can, dork. We are women and not so capable. We only ...
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“Wouldn't you regret it, hubby?” Lera, who was sitting in the passenger seat, snapped at her husband. “You, asshole, at least understand what you are pushing me to? You think I can not? Even as I can, dork. We are women and not so capable. We only ...
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The gray autumn sky, covered with heavy, cold-soaked clouds, hung low over Moscow. On the wet asphalt, stained with muddy puddles, heels, elegant, black boots clinked. In the boots comfortably settled, chiseled legs. The mistress of these legs, was a little higher and was a slender brown-haired woman. with green eyes. The woman, in appearance, was a little over thirty. A pretty face framed by dark brown, curly hair falling just below the shoulders. Medium height, dressed in light ...
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Andrew, as usual, was sitting at the computer. He flipped through page after page. Here, like nothing like that. The woman on the monitor screen was in his taste, something like Aunt Tanya, about 35 years old, brown-haired, and her ass is as lush, the very thing. And the eyes, like Aunt Sveta’s blue, and her lips, are plump. And her hairstyle is similar to Aunt Natasha, only Aunt Natasha has darker hair.
Andrei’s mother, Marina, went on a business trip to Japan for half a year.
Look after the overgrown son, asked her school friend ...
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Andrei’s mother, Marina, went on a business trip to Japan for half a year.
Look after the overgrown son, asked her school friend ...
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Boris G. Shakhov, a 45-year-old man in an expensive suit, splashed a decent portion of real Armenian cognac into his glass, lit a cigarette and lay back in a good natural leather-covered soft chair. The situation in the master's office, which he occupied, quite suited him. Modestly and tastefully.
“Listen, Karen, are you sure that the first batch will come on time? Problems with customs clearance will not be? "
“Listen, daragoy, Karen said, Karen did. No problems. Why problems ...
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“Listen, Karen, are you sure that the first batch will come on time? Problems with customs clearance will not be? "
“Listen, daragoy, Karen said, Karen did. No problems. Why problems ...
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