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Her mouth was dry, her head ached a little, although it was tolerable. The sun made its way through the slit in the curtains, crossing a half of the face with a bright beam, but it was not this who woke Sergei, and not even the powerful snoring from the next room. Sergey was awakened by his own desire to groan from pleasure, as well as the fact that between his legs someone's body was hidden by a blanket. The body is ...
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Vladimir sat silently, slowly sipping orange juice from a glass, and looked at the girl sitting in front of him. It is rather low, sixty-sixty-five meters, that is, half a head below it, a neat nose, full lips, just huge, gray-steel eyes. Her hair was burning with fire, obviously freshly painted, for in the photo Vlad remembered her as a blonde. Chest, oh, that chest ... Size is no less ...
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Rainfall was notable. Thunderstorm, lightning, and vertical sea, flooded the streets. Oleg loved the rain, and now the cold jets did not embarrass him, rather, on the contrary, they caused a subdued desire to laugh enthusiastically. He rushed like mad to all the shops around, in search of scented candles. Everything should be perfect! It was May in the street, warm and sumptuous rain.
Candles he found, although in ...
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Candles he found, although in ...
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“- I was looking for a loved one in hell, and she burned the skies. "
Oleg was annoyed. Quite. Coffee did not reassure, although it pleasantly caressed the taste buds. He drove to the spa, where she worked exactly at the time fixed by herself - forty minutes after the bell, having managed to come to the coffee shop on the way and order two coffees with me. To yourself, so beloved latte with the addition of Amaretto, to her - the same latte, only with marshmallows and orange liqueur. It is a wild perversion to his taste, but Ira loved it. He is always very ...
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Oleg was annoyed. Quite. Coffee did not reassure, although it pleasantly caressed the taste buds. He drove to the spa, where she worked exactly at the time fixed by herself - forty minutes after the bell, having managed to come to the coffee shop on the way and order two coffees with me. To yourself, so beloved latte with the addition of Amaretto, to her - the same latte, only with marshmallows and orange liqueur. It is a wild perversion to his taste, but Ira loved it. He is always very ...
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A strange and exhausting feeling - to be in love. Selflessly, uncontrollably, feeling this feeling and the accompanying emotions, but without having the slightest idea of who he is in love with. Feeling a ghostly image in the back of your mind, holding in your head some small, defining details, and peering at each counter, comparing it with this image? She is? Not she...
Oleg felt like a lover at fourteen. Perhaps this was due to transitional age, but rather to the fact that he ...
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Oleg felt like a lover at fourteen. Perhaps this was due to transitional age, but rather to the fact that he ...
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