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“Prepare for undocking,” she said, “just do not hurry.”
I felt my cock shrinking, shrinking, leaving her ass. - We start the countdown. Ten, nine, - she slowly counted, - at the expense of "zero" I close my eyes, your device leaves the limits of the chocolate universe, and you go to the shower. Not shawls there, I will check in volume. All that you have, you will have to pass to the base. Triiii, dvaaaa, one.
I kissed her stomach ...
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I felt my cock shrinking, shrinking, leaving her ass. - We start the countdown. Ten, nine, - she slowly counted, - at the expense of "zero" I close my eyes, your device leaves the limits of the chocolate universe, and you go to the shower. Not shawls there, I will check in volume. All that you have, you will have to pass to the base. Triiii, dvaaaa, one.
I kissed her stomach ...
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Fucking Julia Vorobyov was a tedious and ungrateful business. She did not know how to fuck the word at all, and it was clear that sex interests her somehow in its own way. Yulya Vorobyeva considered herself very feminine, wore transparent blouses without a bra, shining with pink shapeless nipples, reading Anais Nin and Iris Murdoch and eating healthy yogurts. She worked as a literature teacher and considered herself a witch, a cat and a nymphomaniac interspersed with a la fem fatale. She smelled of chalk and semolina. It...
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