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Today I fucked. For real.
Mamaaaaaaaaaa.
For the first time, by the way.
So I am already a woman.
Cool. And you feel the same way.
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So, it is necessary to describe, and then you forget. All the same such a day.
In general, everything went like that. And how else can this be a bot? !!
In short, I was zadolbalo be a virgin. At the age of eighteen. Girl model appearance, the first Lala in the class, and in the university is clearly not the last if not ...
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Mamaaaaaaaaaa.
For the first time, by the way.
So I am already a woman.
Cool. And you feel the same way.
***
So, it is necessary to describe, and then you forget. All the same such a day.
In general, everything went like that. And how else can this be a bot? !!
In short, I was zadolbalo be a virgin. At the age of eighteen. Girl model appearance, the first Lala in the class, and in the university is clearly not the last if not ...
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That was three months ago. Lisa then went to her grandmother. Wow - the first independent trip by train, and so on! ...
Until now, she could not understand to herself How It Could Be. Although everything was quite predictable: three guys in her compartment, wine, a snack, men's hands on their shoulders, “you are a shy, huh? ..."
Liza used to think of herself as “not like everyone else”, an excellent girl without a pretty face, a figure and “all that”. And she never thought that “it” happens so simply and quickly. Therefore, she didn’t even understand how it happened that she no longer has a blouse, and slippery tongues lick both nipples at once.
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Until now, she could not understand to herself How It Could Be. Although everything was quite predictable: three guys in her compartment, wine, a snack, men's hands on their shoulders, “you are a shy, huh? ..."
Liza used to think of herself as “not like everyone else”, an excellent girl without a pretty face, a figure and “all that”. And she never thought that “it” happens so simply and quickly. Therefore, she didn’t even understand how it happened that she no longer has a blouse, and slippery tongues lick both nipples at once.
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Prologue
Black, silent, booming from a desolate city. Like a cave.
Here it is at half past night.
"Since there is no one, there is nothing to be afraid of ..."
Laura stomped home from a friend. Ancestors left, leaving her on the farm. Of course, she put on a skirt half a meter shorter, protruded Lenka for three hours longer and poured a beer and a half more bottles than usual.
The extravaganza never came, and disappointed Laura tried to fill her up, thinking about how she went through the night ... well, Manhattan, or there ...
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Black, silent, booming from a desolate city. Like a cave.
Here it is at half past night.
"Since there is no one, there is nothing to be afraid of ..."
Laura stomped home from a friend. Ancestors left, leaving her on the farm. Of course, she put on a skirt half a meter shorter, protruded Lenka for three hours longer and poured a beer and a half more bottles than usual.
The extravaganza never came, and disappointed Laura tried to fill her up, thinking about how she went through the night ... well, Manhattan, or there ...
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- ... Maybe the story of the Lady of Camellias will soften your heart, Elena Ivanovna? - I watch “Traviata” not the first time, Pyotr Petrovich. - Well. It remains only to hope that the water wears away a stone ... - You have good comparisons, Pyotr Petrovich! In your opinion, I am a stone, and the music of the great Verdi is water?
Petr Petrovich Skvortsov, a translator from the Romance languages, was returning from the theater with Elena Ivanovna Podbelskaya ...
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Petr Petrovich Skvortsov, a translator from the Romance languages, was returning from the theater with Elena Ivanovna Podbelskaya ...
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Damn, how pleasant it is to make sure that the boy sitting opposite is a hedgehog, wrapped in jeans and a leather jacket, big-eyed, thin-faced like a prince - that after all it is not a boy but a girl. My joy will be understood only by a hardened womanizer, like me.
Her face and eyes, and plastic body. Damn, and she's a beauty. Here are no fools. A real gift of nature and ... and mind.
Call it what you will, but what glows in the eyes, in the face and in the whole person is that ...
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Her face and eyes, and plastic body. Damn, and she's a beauty. Here are no fools. A real gift of nature and ... and mind.
Call it what you will, but what glows in the eyes, in the face and in the whole person is that ...
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- ... POLEZHAEVSKAYA!
Kostya crushed to the door. I'll be flat, he thought, clutching at his briefcase.
The carriage cracked at the seams. Faded and squeezed, as in a juicer, people were driving home from work and snapping at each other: It is difficult to pass, yes? Straight fuck how hard, huh? - Some guy hit a girl who stood at the door. The human tsunami dragged her to the edge, and she pressed herself into ...
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Kostya crushed to the door. I'll be flat, he thought, clutching at his briefcase.
The carriage cracked at the seams. Faded and squeezed, as in a juicer, people were driving home from work and snapping at each other: It is difficult to pass, yes? Straight fuck how hard, huh? - Some guy hit a girl who stood at the door. The human tsunami dragged her to the edge, and she pressed herself into ...
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Yurik and Katya sucked each other with soft cruel mouths: - Aah ... - Oooh ...
It was pleasant to shriek: to sink in lips, sweet, like custard, to choke on moisture, to stick tongue into the tongue and melt in it, like in milk ... I want your beast. - Aah ... Um, maybe not? - It is necessary. - Yur ... I'm still a bride. This is nothing like that, huh? - muttered beauty Katya, dragging herself off ...
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It was pleasant to shriek: to sink in lips, sweet, like custard, to choke on moisture, to stick tongue into the tongue and melt in it, like in milk ... I want your beast. - Aah ... Um, maybe not? - It is necessary. - Yur ... I'm still a bride. This is nothing like that, huh? - muttered beauty Katya, dragging herself off ...
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Ayame grew up in the poor village of Kitayama, at the foot of the mountain of the same name.
The first sixteen years of her life were monotonous, like a cricket song under the floorboard. She worked with her father and mother in the field, played with other children in the thick grass and thought that there was nothing behind the edge of the mountains. Sometimes parents went to Sakayamura to the market, and Ayame thought that the market is a place on the edge of the world where the gods give people different things so that they can live on.
That was until Ayame’s nipples became sensitive, like ...
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“I'll fire you,” said the director, looking at the ceiling. - Who will you fire: me or the chandelier? - clowning? - Director complained to the ceiling. - Again? In the university I clowned around, clowning around here ... - You laugh, pa-I-ya-yats! ... - started Koloskov. - Stop !!! - Director shvarknul papers on the table and turned his pink face to Koloskov. - You're in the director's office! I'm your boss! Let me call you by name and patronymic and you ...
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- ... And finally, comrades, we can not ignore the attention to the mighty face of Commodity Neplyueva!
Comrade Neplyuev raised his head. More precisely, she herself rose when someone called her by her last name. - ... I will not disclose, uh, the podgobnosti this, tkszzt, istogii known, vpocheem, all of you no worse than your, uh, pokomnomu servant ... but ...
"Seven woes - one pedsovet", said in the smoking room ...
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Comrade Neplyuev raised his head. More precisely, she herself rose when someone called her by her last name. - ... I will not disclose, uh, the podgobnosti this, tkszzt, istogii known, vpocheem, all of you no worse than your, uh, pokomnomu servant ... but ...
"Seven woes - one pedsovet", said in the smoking room ...
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