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A short skirt, a snake-thin figure, the face of a child. She is my daughter, I am her dad. We so agreed.
- Dad, can I send it?
- Please, just don't ask anyone ...
Amazed pedestrians and drivers of other cars, opening their mouths, look at the rushing car: the steering wheel in the hands of ...
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- Dad, can I send it?
- Please, just don't ask anyone ...
Amazed pedestrians and drivers of other cars, opening their mouths, look at the rushing car: the steering wheel in the hands of ...
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In fact, according to the scientific right to call it cunnilingus. But it's easier for me to do the action that this word means than to pronounce it without hesitation. Some shaggy mustache still sticks out at the end. Why can one, it would be better to read the cunniliguses, but this is generally somehow ...
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- Professor, I'm sorry - I overslept.
- I hope not one?
- One...
- Two, go.
- Wait. I will say it all straight. One on one.
- Two, go.
- No, by two ...
- This is already interesting. So one on one or one on two?
- On one ... not on two, not on one ... I remembered, at first I was one on one, but ...
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- I hope not one?
- One...
- Two, go.
- Wait. I will say it all straight. One on one.
- Two, go.
- No, by two ...
- This is already interesting. So one on one or one on two?
- On one ... not on two, not on one ... I remembered, at first I was one on one, but ...
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We have a lot of beautiful girls on the streets. One thing is bad - it is not clear how to get to know them. Not everyone, for example, will be lucky enough to meet a pretty girl in a dark alley, to whom drunken hooligans have stuck, so that, having thrown offenders, modestly offer themselves as ...
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Caution glass! Do not hear the parasites. Glass is me. Or rather, not glass, but a mirror, and not some kind, but a Venetian antique work. And now the three loaders of the loaders are bringing me up the stairs of the house of my new owners. Angle is approaching. All right, now the barbarians are crashing down. Uh ...
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Lena was unhappy. As unhappy as a woman who has a husband can be from the point of view of her friends is “just gold,” an apartment that was recently donated to a wedding, and everything a woman can finally dream of at last getting married at twenty-three.
Everything turned out first ...
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Everything turned out first ...
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