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Marina last looked around and pulled off her swimsuit. Juicy, elastic, as if he had been poured from the inside, her matt-pouring treasure spilled out, to freedom, and her nipples immediately licked the cool breeze. It was exciting and a little embarrassing, even though no one saw her.
Looking again (didn’t it?), Marina gently lowered the heat from her hips. She stepped over them and froze, as if tied, fearing to step back.
Actually, this is not a nudist, but the most ordinary beach (well, or not a beach, but just ...
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Looking again (didn’t it?), Marina gently lowered the heat from her hips. She stepped over them and froze, as if tied, fearing to step back.
Actually, this is not a nudist, but the most ordinary beach (well, or not a beach, but just ...
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It was, it seems, somewhere near Gelendzhik. Or maybe under Tuapse. Or maybe ... well, it doesn't matter. And under Gelendzhik, and under Tuapse, and under other resorts there are small wild beaches, where it is convenient to wait out the excitement, if it caught you in the open sea.
Eugene L. and made. Had he been five years younger, he would have struggled with the waves, and now ... No, he was not afraid, of course. He just knew that he could beat them. Spending power on evidence of this indisputable fact had no ...
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Eugene L. and made. Had he been five years younger, he would have struggled with the waves, and now ... No, he was not afraid, of course. He just knew that he could beat them. Spending power on evidence of this indisputable fact had no ...
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Leisure languages stubbornly spread this story to all corners, like chickens spread their droppings if let them into the house. How much truth is in it, how much lies, how much lust, demanding satisfaction not fornication, so verbiage, - we do not know.
Whatever it was, once in the capital of one of the countless emirates, which once powerful Arab Caliphate fell apart, two high guests really arrived (there are notes in the palace chronicles). One of them is Mammul, the young prince ...
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Whatever it was, once in the capital of one of the countless emirates, which once powerful Arab Caliphate fell apart, two high guests really arrived (there are notes in the palace chronicles). One of them is Mammul, the young prince ...
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(In the story a lot of profanity. I honestly warned. - approx. Aut.)
There is nothing more touching in the world than the nipples of a young girl, if you undress them and kiss for the first time in a girl's life (and age does not matter here). They are not just gentle, and defenseless, and sensual. They are a promise, and do not care whether it will be fulfilled or not. This promise is always more than any fulfillment: a woman can die in an orgasm, but in her nipples, opened for the first time, there is this death, and paradise after her, and torment ...
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There is nothing more touching in the world than the nipples of a young girl, if you undress them and kiss for the first time in a girl's life (and age does not matter here). They are not just gentle, and defenseless, and sensual. They are a promise, and do not care whether it will be fulfilled or not. This promise is always more than any fulfillment: a woman can die in an orgasm, but in her nipples, opened for the first time, there is this death, and paradise after her, and torment ...
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Gunter Hochstein celebrated his 45th birthday.
It would seem, not the most round figure, there are more round, - but Laili, Günther’s home leprechaun, decided to make a holiday out of it really downright on a national scale.
Impressed by its scope, Gunter proposed to throw this idea into the Bundestag. But Laili was left and did not believe in the government. She said that this idea would be fucked up, like all good ideas.
& nbsp ...
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It would seem, not the most round figure, there are more round, - but Laili, Günther’s home leprechaun, decided to make a holiday out of it really downright on a national scale.
Impressed by its scope, Gunter proposed to throw this idea into the Bundestag. But Laili was left and did not believe in the government. She said that this idea would be fucked up, like all good ideas.
& nbsp ...
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That was incredible. It simply could not be believed. Nastya did not believe, approaching the cafe "Two Pandas", in which she was waiting ... no, no. It does not happen.
Perhaps it was the easiest thing: to convince yourself “it does not happen” and to pretend that you are just walking around Moscow and wondering if you should go into a cozy cafe. The greater was the risk of squandering on atoms when everything proves true. Because, however, everything was true ...
True, it looks like a soap opera, over which it is a sin to laugh: provincial ...
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Perhaps it was the easiest thing: to convince yourself “it does not happen” and to pretend that you are just walking around Moscow and wondering if you should go into a cozy cafe. The greater was the risk of squandering on atoms when everything proves true. Because, however, everything was true ...
True, it looks like a soap opera, over which it is a sin to laugh: provincial ...
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Tom and I immediately saw them as soon as we got here.
Two figures.
They were approaching us. And I recognized one of them.
These shaw-glasses, this dressing-gown, this crooked grin were impossible not to recognize, even though I had not seen them for two years ... - Father? - Is this beauty - my Jack? - There was a voice familiar to the edge of the edge. “Poured mother, devil take you ...”
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Two figures.
They were approaching us. And I recognized one of them.
These shaw-glasses, this dressing-gown, this crooked grin were impossible not to recognize, even though I had not seen them for two years ... - Father? - Is this beauty - my Jack? - There was a voice familiar to the edge of the edge. “Poured mother, devil take you ...”
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How nice that I found him - my old diary. During this time, so much has happened, that I don’t even know now where to start.
I'll start with the main thing. I live with my beloved husband Tom in the Soviet Union. Already a year and a half. Incredibly, we did it all. We are not caught. And they let in the Union, and we received citizenship, and now we have passports in Russian.
Tom calls me Lucky. Says that...
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I'll start with the main thing. I live with my beloved husband Tom in the Soviet Union. Already a year and a half. Incredibly, we did it all. We are not caught. And they let in the Union, and we received citizenship, and now we have passports in Russian.
Tom calls me Lucky. Says that...
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So, decided: run. Me and Mr. Jenkins. He is the guy that is needed, and I trust him as my own. It seems to me that I have known him for ages. We have already figured out how to fool my dad. He is a bighead - Mr. Jenkins, that is. No wonder he works in this their human rights organization, or as her. There are no fools. To fight for justice is not for you to wash cars.
Devil! I say like a dad.
I even look like him. I have his nose, his ...
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Devil! I say like a dad.
I even look like him. I have his nose, his ...
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Red-freckled redden especially.
First, not only the cheeks or nose, but all at once, from top to bottom. And secondly, they get it so desperately that you blush for them yourself, even if it would seem to you, why should it?
Here is such a wonderful Yudo sitting opposite Zhenya at the table of the Golden Key cafe. Sat and reddened. And Eugene blushed with him, even though he was not red and not freckled, and it was not so noticeable. “So,” he said, trying to keep his voice even, “so you ...”
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First, not only the cheeks or nose, but all at once, from top to bottom. And secondly, they get it so desperately that you blush for them yourself, even if it would seem to you, why should it?
Here is such a wonderful Yudo sitting opposite Zhenya at the table of the Golden Key cafe. Sat and reddened. And Eugene blushed with him, even though he was not red and not freckled, and it was not so noticeable. “So,” he said, trying to keep his voice even, “so you ...”
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