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“Give me a pussy,” Sanya, the Guardosil. “Leave me alone,” Anya laughed.
She had a quiet cooing laugh, from which Sanya suffered even more. - Well, yeah! ... - San, I need to wash everything here.
Anya washed the bottom shelves of the buffet, pulling out the elastic ass in shorts. - Well, ohhhh ... - That's stuck! On, just don't whine! - looking at the window, Anya lowered her shorts with shorts and bent over again, sticking out her bare farm.
Sanya pulled them to the floor and pulled Anya ...
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She had a quiet cooing laugh, from which Sanya suffered even more. - Well, yeah! ... - San, I need to wash everything here.
Anya washed the bottom shelves of the buffet, pulling out the elastic ass in shorts. - Well, ohhhh ... - That's stuck! On, just don't whine! - looking at the window, Anya lowered her shorts with shorts and bent over again, sticking out her bare farm.
Sanya pulled them to the floor and pulled Anya ...
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She had linen curls to the shoulder blades and a priest pad. And what, I wonder, eyes? Gray or blue, probably. Blue, like ... like ... But the priest disappeared into the crowd. For a while the look was looking for her among other pop. Then...
Ltd! Blonde curls, fluffy, like a dandelion. Freckles, plump lips - and eyes. Big and radiant, like ... like ... - Hey, man, what, deaf, or what? Tell me in two, I say ...
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Ltd! Blonde curls, fluffy, like a dandelion. Freckles, plump lips - and eyes. Big and radiant, like ... like ... - Hey, man, what, deaf, or what? Tell me in two, I say ...
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Julia Glinkina was the most ordinary girl. She had the most ordinary average height, the most ordinary hair below the shoulders, dark-skinned, girlish, the most ordinary slim figure, packed in the most ordinary jeans and a jacket, the most ordinary face, youthful, with a trick, and on it - the most ordinary straight nose and ordinary gray eyes.
All this, despite the usual, looked quite nice, especially when Julia smiled or looked surprised. And since ...
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All this, despite the usual, looked quite nice, especially when Julia smiled or looked surprised. And since ...
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Things did not go well. He understood this in the first minute of work, when nothing had been done yet. The process did not begin on the rails: the brush went past the invisible contours, and Karina was very shy (or played the restraint perfectly): she sat like on a fence, was hunched, had a forehead ... Besides, he quickly realized that she’s not so much painting as she looks on her cunt, half-hidden by the sheet. Petals, visible to him, in full view, glittered wetly in the sunbeam, and for some reason this interested him more than drawing.
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Cadet Yip wearily scratched his neck.
It is good that there is no tracking in the hygienic compartment, and Teacher Ln will not see it in a moment of weakness. Scratching the scruff of the neck, pulling the scales, nervously twitching the tip of the tail, etc., are habits unworthy of the cadet of the Great Y, from whom Type is almost unaccustomed ...
And all these damned bipeds! A squeamish kind of grimaced: it seemed to him that this terrible smell had penetrated here too. Not only stink like a cesspool, so also stubborn, stupid creatures, not wanting to do what ...
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It is good that there is no tracking in the hygienic compartment, and Teacher Ln will not see it in a moment of weakness. Scratching the scruff of the neck, pulling the scales, nervously twitching the tip of the tail, etc., are habits unworthy of the cadet of the Great Y, from whom Type is almost unaccustomed ...
And all these damned bipeds! A squeamish kind of grimaced: it seemed to him that this terrible smell had penetrated here too. Not only stink like a cesspool, so also stubborn, stupid creatures, not wanting to do what ...
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She was the most blonde blonde he had ever seen. Her hair was not even flaxen, but moonlight - their color was mixed from some elusive alloy of gold, silver and platinum. Even peroxide clarification did not give such shimmering silverness, which nature and the sun, the cruel southern sun, which had completely burned out her hair, gave her. It was a natural color, never touched by paint. Someone, and Lipatov understood such things. He saw it in the roots, in the whiteness of the eyebrows and eyelashes, and in the freckles, and in the eyes — aquamarine and transparent — like shallows under Fiolent. Such whiteheads are found only in villages and in the provinces, where ancient genes are still strong and have absorbed the millennial sun of the steppes.At dusk, she seemed to be gray, and it was strange to look at a half-child figure with a white cloud-like head.
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It was really cool. Those who were there, told me. And for ridiculous money! All you have to do is go to get tested, sign some garbage out there, pay 150 galactic to pay, and you become a full-fledged Seedling at the Ferian Day Fertilization. And this means that you get the right to fuck the best Durian girls for three whole days in a row. In any quantity, until the navel burst. Just ATAS!
All the buzz is that it will not be whores, and here, on Luran, like shit ...
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All the buzz is that it will not be whores, and here, on Luran, like shit ...
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Since then, we have seen each day. She was desperately naive and talented, as sometimes happens in the middle of nowhere: she wrote poems that came across strong and hot lines, sang, painted clumsy, but terribly similar portraits. She spoke wildly, pereobachivaya inclinations and everything (to arrange things, and send to the sea, an awesome film, do not run after me, you want to pie, etc., etc.). We swam, and in the water she turned into a devil - a worthy sister of her brother Nero. She splashed, kicked, snorted, squealed, otduvalas and wheezed like a dog, and with her breasts, really huge for a schoolgirl (3rd or 4th size), the swimsuit always flew off. Vera shone with her nipples, pale from bathing, and I pretended not to notice anything.
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Finally. The card did not lie. The first houses of a mountain village shrouded in rain. Well, the weather, anchor in the ass!
Rolling down the slope, Nash spat through the puddles of the only street Houho, a village lost in Appalachia. The rain roaring around, suddenly fell silent as if it had been turned off, and Nash heard: -
His wild wild flower
He sang either female or childish voice. Nash even stopped.
Realizing that singing is heard ...
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Rolling down the slope, Nash spat through the puddles of the only street Houho, a village lost in Appalachia. The rain roaring around, suddenly fell silent as if it had been turned off, and Nash heard: -
His wild wild flower
He sang either female or childish voice. Nash even stopped.
Realizing that singing is heard ...
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Gennady Petrovich first met her on the stairs. More precisely, "met" - loudly said: she just passed by, and all. Like dozens, hundreds, thousands of other female students each day of God. She went downstairs with a girlfriend and laughed like a girl, but Gennady Petrovich remembered her.
She had a long braid. For a while, Gennady Petrovich stood, bent over the railing, and looked at it from above. Spit to the knees in itself is a wonder, and a student of a college institute has more. Spit was chestnut and thick, like ...
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She had a long braid. For a while, Gennady Petrovich stood, bent over the railing, and looked at it from above. Spit to the knees in itself is a wonder, and a student of a college institute has more. Spit was chestnut and thick, like ...
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