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Mara - the goddess of the bloody, but always fair death lived in her castle of black stone. This castle was reflected in the Smorodinka River. Nearby was Kalinov Bridge. Often she walked along it from her own kingdom of the dead to the kingdom of people and other sentient beings. It gave her strength, strength for the eternal, but boring life. After all, she is forever imprisoned in this beautiful and young body! Divinely beautiful body! Her black hair curls up to tender big breasts, covering her nipples a little. Her long ...
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She lived - Vasilisa the Beautiful was at ease and at ease: she made braids, sewed new dresses for herself, walked with her friends. Everything went on the thumb, everything was fine, like Vasilisa herself! Life was a great fairy tale! But as in all fairy tales and in her fairy tale there was an evil witch. In Russia, her name was Baba Yaga, the bone leg. And this very Yaga was horribly disgusted with the beauty of our heroine. As a woman, Yaga was envious and freaked out of her youth and ...
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I was tired of city life, I took a vacation and drove around the country. I was in different cities and villages, but for a long time I remained only in one place - in the village of Arya, Nizhny Novgorod region. Despite the 21st century, life there froze around about the 18th or 19th century. Russian life, food from the stove, bathing in the river and in the bath - lepot in one word! Everything in this village was filled with nature: with its edge, the forest approached residential buildings, air, water, and people themselves were real, natural, so to speak!
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I have a very close friend, we studied together, communicate to this day. Our communication is very close and intimate at times. We do not have regular partners with her, so there is no jealousy on their part, although we are talking about sexual relations very often. Sometimes we throw intimate photos to each other, fapay, we are engaged in virtual sex, but somehow it hasn’t reached the real ...
After one long walk through the city, we, tired like dogs, fell on a bench near her entrance. She complained to me ...
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After one long walk through the city, we, tired like dogs, fell on a bench near her entrance. She complained to me ...
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Her silver hair was developing in the wind, her violet eyes were looking forward, at the steppe moving on her, she was drowning in her. Carried her into this abyss of the steppes of her milk-colored mare - a gift from her Khal Drogo. She rode up to meet him. Her sensual and strong thighs kept her on this beautiful horse very tightly, her pussy lips rubbed on the body of the horse while moving, Denis was very nice, but she controlled the pressure of her body because she didn’t want to spill ...
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Her name was Gulya, she was an oriental princess, I was her court masseur. Periodically, I conducted her massage sessions for beauty and tone of Gulina velvety skin.
Since Gulhanum, her name sounded so completely, was an oriental girl of noble blood, before marriage she had to be innocent ... but the desire for love and affection is not where it goes at such a young age ... and I helped her relieve the stress of love but without penetration into her pink, tender womb. I caressed her rich breasts with ...
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Since Gulhanum, her name sounded so completely, was an oriental girl of noble blood, before marriage she had to be innocent ... but the desire for love and affection is not where it goes at such a young age ... and I helped her relieve the stress of love but without penetration into her pink, tender womb. I caressed her rich breasts with ...
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