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“She got off, come,” he said into the phone, smiling in anticipation of the morning fuck.
- Ok, come on, I'll be right there, - Marina answered cheerfully in the phone.
A few minutes later she was already parked on his street. An indistinct rain fell from the sky. Somehow jumping over the muddy puddles, Marinka jumped up to his door and leaked inside. Shaking off the nasty weather, she climbed to his floor and pressed the bell. He opened the door immediately and dragged her into the apartment, eagerly glaring at her ...
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- Ok, come on, I'll be right there, - Marina answered cheerfully in the phone.
A few minutes later she was already parked on his street. An indistinct rain fell from the sky. Somehow jumping over the muddy puddles, Marinka jumped up to his door and leaked inside. Shaking off the nasty weather, she climbed to his floor and pressed the bell. He opened the door immediately and dragged her into the apartment, eagerly glaring at her ...
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I want her. This little well-bred bitch. This beautiful thoroughbred chick. This highly educated, with knowledge of the wisdom of etiquette and manners lady. I want this woman. Though she is a bitch, she is still a lustful, depraved, cruel creature. Oh, you do not even know how easily and harmoniously she spits on morality and the laws of society, how gracefully and gracefully she shakes off the consequences of copulation and returns to her respectable world. It gets. It is crazy. It twists my brain and dick ...
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In the evening at home, twirling his business card in her hand, she decided to email him a thank-you letter. It was the only way to carefully try to continue the story. Well, or at least slightly extend it. And she wrote that she was fascinated by his work, which is immensely grateful and grateful for the time and attention that he devoted to her and her children. If he answers, then she has not lost. And he answered. The correspondence began. She understood that he was cautious, and she needed him ...
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Most of all she loved to kiss. No, of course, sex was the most favorite dish, but at first, for an aperitif, kisses were just as important for her as air and water were for all living things. Kisses can be judged on a person in general and how he is bed. And the most pleasant thing in kisses was their beginning. No matter fast or smooth, assertive or shyly inept, desired or unexpected and sudden. But when a kiss is inevitable, and you suddenly realize it in a split second before your lips ...
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I made it yesterday. I matured overnight. Suddenly aware of the meaninglessness of his life.
The feeling of emptiness and hopelessness spurred a desire to fuck, or rather lose oneself before losing consciousness. Yes, exactly, it was the consciousness that had to be cut down. Consciousness just bothers me, and always hurt. Makes you think and analyze. - Hello. - Hi, where have you gone? - Yes, so ... - I called you all spring, but you still did not answer. - It happened. - I...
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The feeling of emptiness and hopelessness spurred a desire to fuck, or rather lose oneself before losing consciousness. Yes, exactly, it was the consciousness that had to be cut down. Consciousness just bothers me, and always hurt. Makes you think and analyze. - Hello. - Hi, where have you gone? - Yes, so ... - I called you all spring, but you still did not answer. - It happened. - I...
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