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Moscow never sleeps, that’s for sure, it’s time one o'clock at night, and we’re barely driving because of traffic jams. The champagne is almost finished and after having fun, my wife and I began to kiss and more and more passionately, I was seized with desire, my hands walked freely over my wife’s body, along her bare legs, over her short dress, along her large cut on the third size chest, buried in her long black hair.
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