/ The authors / Michael Fuck'n'loFF
- A good story, she pleased and aroused me. - Why are you frowning, my lord? “Hans ... Why did you let him run?” He will spread the news about our intimate life and your goddamned nature around cities and villages.
My woman smiled slyly, in her eyes devils danced: - Remember, Master, I scratched his chest with claws? My varnish is saturated with poison. Hans died in agony, barely went beyond the fence of the estate. It is necessary, by the way, to say that the body is removed.
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My woman smiled slyly, in her eyes devils danced: - Remember, Master, I scratched his chest with claws? My varnish is saturated with poison. Hans died in agony, barely went beyond the fence of the estate. It is necessary, by the way, to say that the body is removed.
& nbsp ...
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I entered in a blue dress, you remember this dress, my lord: the deepest neckline, from which the rod out my white, delicate breasts, and the skirt with a slit in the front - there was a lace petticoat attached, but I don’t wear it, my lord, so that the little hair sparkled as you like.
Ten of our lackeys lined up along the wall, as usual, in uniform leggings and vests on top of snow-white T-shirts, on the necks - butterflies. They instantly hatched on my pussy of yours, because you, my lord, forbade my panties ...
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Ten of our lackeys lined up along the wall, as usual, in uniform leggings and vests on top of snow-white T-shirts, on the necks - butterflies. They instantly hatched on my pussy of yours, because you, my lord, forbade my panties ...
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Glass doors opened, and my woman walked into the quivering light of a multitude of candles. For several long seconds she froze in a deep curtain revealing her. Straightened up. Her dark gold hair ran down her back, her bang with a heavy wave hid her left eye, flowing around her charming heart shape. Shameless evening make-up emphasized transparent-gray look - agitated, quivering, a bit frightened, because she instantly realized that the burning wax of all these candles would flood her today ...
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The owner loves his woman and does not want to hurt her. A woman herself by her behavior forces her to punish herself. To avoid pain, she should remember the following.
1. Appearance and rules of conduct.
1.1. A woman loves her Boss and idolizes his dick. With all her appearance and behavior she must demonstrate this. Punishment for lack of adoration is at the discretion of the Host.
1. 2. A woman should look comfortable and sexy, so that the Boss would be nice to look at her. When ...
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1. Appearance and rules of conduct.
1.1. A woman loves her Boss and idolizes his dick. With all her appearance and behavior she must demonstrate this. Punishment for lack of adoration is at the discretion of the Host.
1. 2. A woman should look comfortable and sexy, so that the Boss would be nice to look at her. When ...
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Of course, his wife stuck to the duke. He dug in the office in some boring papers, and when she entered, she was all so beautiful, with perfect makeup, hair, emerald dress flowing down to the floor, she grimaced: the duke, biting his lip, wrote something at an oak table terry robe and night-cap. And even a glass of brandy did not stand at his elbow!
“My husband,” the duchess said firmly, pushing back the papers, “you have received applications for deprivation of virginity.” Five brides.
Is he...
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“My husband,” the duchess said firmly, pushing back the papers, “you have received applications for deprivation of virginity.” Five brides.
Is he...
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The waitresses carried the champagne: the guests, the groom, the Japanese drummers all had to celebrate the defloration. Got and brides. So that they could have a drink, I allowed them to sit on the heels, and now I admired the breasts lying freely over the dresses. The Africans installed a luxurious low chair behind me and disappeared, preparing the continuation of today's show.Blond Bitch have become on both sides of the entrance door. The guests laughed, chatted, congratulated the suitors. I, having kryapniv brandy, again ...
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The wedding feast was nearing its climax. In the huge hall of the restaurant, capable of holding five weddings at once, the lights were turned off; LED lights slowly shimmered with all the colors of a chemical rainbow, creating a quivering mood of waiting for a miracle, like on New Year's Eve. Specially invited show of Japanese drummers was swaying guests with a trance rhythm. Four negroes, naked to the waist, were brought in and placed in the middle of the hall a huge bed covered with ultramarine silk underwear. Under the ceiling...
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The Wedding Palace was similar to a plantation villa - with its two-story squat, petty bourgeois wings and vulgarity of bellied columns. Snow-white, he sailed through the dazzling blue of the noon with a swaggering ship, widely cutting the foam of the greenery. A crowd of commoners filled the wide square in front of it, painted with flags and gel balls, billowing banners with declarations of love to me and screaming in anticipation of my name. Above them floated advertising airship.
I moved in ...
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In the bedroom, I put the servants at the foot of the bed (the maid of honor, without further ado, sulked a member of the driver wetly) and helped the Duchess to pull off the dress. Remained only in stockings, exposing the intimate hairstyle in the form of a bat and an obscenely rotten cunt, and in striptease shoes, she fell into the feather bed of a giant bed under a canopy. Her big breasts wearily sprawled on the sides of her thin body. Puffing, I piled on top, gathered them in a pile and ...
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Accompanied by the sounds of the night forest, a tall male figure in black stood right by the side of a huge black car right at the edge of a huge black car, and a female figure in vicious red leaned at the feet of a man - the skirt spread widely on asphalt - and made ancient rhythmic movements with its head. In the male figure, my driver could easily have guessed — a characteristic uniform, a cap, embroidered with “AT” on the lapels — and only Duchess Svarozhich could be a woman. I have already...
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