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The plot of the cuckold series, so beloved by readers. One of them sent a detailed chronology of their adventures.
Having supported this with deadly candid photos and video materials ...
One evening, lying in the room, after the sea and the sun, Misha asked the drunk husband to bring something refreshing from the bar. In principle, a minor matter. Yes and minute, the bar was not far from the room.
However, it took five, ten, twenty minutes, and "something refreshing" was not.
We had to go look, but in this ...
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Having supported this with deadly candid photos and video materials ...
One evening, lying in the room, after the sea and the sun, Misha asked the drunk husband to bring something refreshing from the bar. In principle, a minor matter. Yes and minute, the bar was not far from the room.
However, it took five, ten, twenty minutes, and "something refreshing" was not.
We had to go look, but in this ...
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Click-click! The massive automatic door opened, and a young married couple, he is a smiling blond, she is a pretty brunette, timidly passed into a wide hallway, carefully stepping on the orange carpet. - Ltd!!! I am blinded by your beauty Madame Yulia! Kill me, but I have not seen anything ...
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The story is made by me according to the life story of one of my regular readers
and scrupulously edited by it, right down to the dialogues and punctuation marks. She is the main character.
In general, I could not, despite the workload, refuse such a persistent and charming woman
and accomplished everything she wanted ...
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On this day, he, Martin Anisimov, the manager of a shoe network, drove into a small shop in the city center in order to buy sneakers.
The old ones have become unusable, but ...
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and scrupulously edited by it, right down to the dialogues and punctuation marks. She is the main character.
In general, I could not, despite the workload, refuse such a persistent and charming woman
and accomplished everything she wanted ...
Take heed
On this day, he, Martin Anisimov, the manager of a shoe network, drove into a small shop in the city center in order to buy sneakers.
The old ones have become unusable, but ...
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Sasha was in a hurry, pushing the accelerator pedal and overtaking other cars, slowly driving along the highway on this fine Sunday evening.
And how not to rush when it was necessary to bring my wife and daughter home from the dacha, and before that pick up the key from his second apartment, which he kindly borrowed for the next meeting to his friend Gosha.
He usually rented an apartment, but this time the lodgers moved out early, and the forever anxious womanizer Gosh, knowing this from Sasha himself, tearfully asked temporarily ...
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And how not to rush when it was necessary to bring my wife and daughter home from the dacha, and before that pick up the key from his second apartment, which he kindly borrowed for the next meeting to his friend Gosha.
He usually rented an apartment, but this time the lodgers moved out early, and the forever anxious womanizer Gosh, knowing this from Sasha himself, tearfully asked temporarily ...
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The tropical sun leaped out from behind the clouds and began to unbearably burn everything around. And even the sea lapping with small waves, which seemed only an hour ago cool, began to rapidly warm to the temperature of the water in the bathroom. - Mom! Dad and I will go to the room to play zombies on the tablet! Are you with us? - the son’s voice was awakened by the sleeping Hope, a medium height brunette with pleasant features ...
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Once, a friend of mine persuaded me to go to the excavations in Myasnoy Bor, the place where 2 Vlasov's army died.
This friend has long been looking for and burying Soviet soldiers in battlegrounds. He persuaded me to go to the excavation camp, saying that he was lucky with the newcomers, that I would definitely fulfill my civic duty and “raise” the fighter ... I persuaded him.
The occupation, of course, is not a pleasant one, in my opinion, deeply doubtful, and the places there are creepy, like in Stephen King's thrillers.
But my friend is a fan of all this ...
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This friend has long been looking for and burying Soviet soldiers in battlegrounds. He persuaded me to go to the excavation camp, saying that he was lucky with the newcomers, that I would definitely fulfill my civic duty and “raise” the fighter ... I persuaded him.
The occupation, of course, is not a pleasant one, in my opinion, deeply doubtful, and the places there are creepy, like in Stephen King's thrillers.
But my friend is a fan of all this ...
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Angela and Igor were a surprisingly beautiful couple of newlyweds. Both are smiling, funny and cute, they seemed to be created by destiny for each other and were born to live happily according to the proverb and die in one day.
Their romance was promising and strong.Acquainted in the first year, they did not part with each other, longing if one went somewhere.
And as soon as they graduated from the university, they immediately had a wedding in one of the fashionable restaurants, where the tipsy guests generously gave them gifts ...
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Their romance was promising and strong.Acquainted in the first year, they did not part with each other, longing if one went somewhere.
And as soon as they graduated from the university, they immediately had a wedding in one of the fashionable restaurants, where the tipsy guests generously gave them gifts ...
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... It was very difficult for Ivan Ivanovich to go. Her legs shook, braided and strangely arched, as if they were not legs, but the weird tentacles of some ridiculous octopus. With the head, too, there were problems. She simply did not work for her intended purpose and categorically refused to carry out thought processes.
And one, only one, thought sluggishly pulsed in my head, “what's wrong with me?”, “What's wrong with me?”, “What's with me?”.
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And one, only one, thought sluggishly pulsed in my head, “what's wrong with me?”, “What's wrong with me?”, “What's with me?”.
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Elena Nikolaevna walked quickly through the territory of the enterprise, pressing a plump folder with documents to her chest tightly covered with her jacket. She hurried. And how not to rush when she is already a minute late for a meeting with the director, known for his severity? Suddenly, several workers dragging some dusty bags blocked her path. - Hey, nipple with tits! Stand aside ...
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