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Chapter 3 ... in the dark cabin of the nave.
(nave medieval transport vessel, with rowing rows and one sailing mast, author's note)
- How nice! How narrow! - whispered in a frenzy Harold, pushing Melin into a narrow anus.
His hips slapped on her round buttocks, Melina bent at the elbows and knees, stood with her back to him, meekly enduring a powerful onslaught. Melina's well-oiled anus turned out to be no worse than her vagina.
- Ahhh ... oh-oh ...
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(nave medieval transport vessel, with rowing rows and one sailing mast, author's note)
- How nice! How narrow! - whispered in a frenzy Harold, pushing Melin into a narrow anus.
His hips slapped on her round buttocks, Melina bent at the elbows and knees, stood with her back to him, meekly enduring a powerful onslaught. Melina's well-oiled anus turned out to be no worse than her vagina.
- Ahhh ... oh-oh ...
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April 1204, Constantinople ... the joyful cry of victory turned into a powerful roar. One of the towers was taken, and the walls of Constantinople were overcome. Crusaders in an unstoppable stream spread through the streets of the city. After all, the margrave of Boniface of Montferrat himself gave the city to his mercenaries for a three-day pillage. At the request of the Romans about the world, they refused. (note by the author, the inhabitants of Constantinople and the whole Byzantine Empire were called Romani, literally the Romans)
Warriors in armor, chain mail ...
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Warriors in armor, chain mail ...
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The room, dimly lit by the rising rays of the sun, smelled of sex and lust. It was a place for love. Two intertwined naked bodies on kurpachas were a clear indication of this. Crumpled clothes were lying around.
(Kurpacha - Eastern national blanket, made from brocade and cotton, author's note)
Zamira's muffled moans pleasantly drilled Anvar's hearing. He, in turn, with powerful pushes drove the penis into the succulent bosom of his wife. She lay on a living ...
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(Kurpacha - Eastern national blanket, made from brocade and cotton, author's note)
Zamira's muffled moans pleasantly drilled Anvar's hearing. He, in turn, with powerful pushes drove the penis into the succulent bosom of his wife. She lay on a living ...
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East is a delicate matter...
This story from real life, it occurred in the capital of sunny Uzbekistan, Tashkent.
Prologue...
- Father! Why should I marry this girl? I will find myself a bride! Said Anwar.
- My son! You had a lot of time to find a suitable girlfriend. And you still have no one! - said, sitting opposite Anvar, father Ikrom. - You are already 29 years old, it's time to get married.
“But I had girls, it’s not my fault that you don’t like them, neither you nor your mother.”
- What are you, uh ...
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This story from real life, it occurred in the capital of sunny Uzbekistan, Tashkent.
Prologue...
- Father! Why should I marry this girl? I will find myself a bride! Said Anwar.
- My son! You had a lot of time to find a suitable girlfriend. And you still have no one! - said, sitting opposite Anvar, father Ikrom. - You are already 29 years old, it's time to get married.
“But I had girls, it’s not my fault that you don’t like them, neither you nor your mother.”
- What are you, uh ...
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I had a view of a girlish pussy. Pink lips slightly parted and I saw a pale pink inside. I pressed my lips to her lips. This method I saw in one porn. And I saw how it is like a woman. But the way Sveta reacted struck me, she screamed loudly, and a liquid flowed from her pussy. I licked it, because it tasted very pleasant. It tasted like honey syrup, only less sweet, but with a more musky scent. It is very difficult to describe it in words, it can only be felt.
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Miniatures of love. Part Three In the elevator.
- You know, I do not really like these elevators! - Irina looked incredulously at the frayed elevator doors.
- But baby! You would hardly like to stomp your little feet on the 11th floor! - I was sure that she would not walk.
- Why Pooh, not ...
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- You know, I do not really like these elevators! - Irina looked incredulously at the frayed elevator doors.
- But baby! You would hardly like to stomp your little feet on the 11th floor! - I was sure that she would not walk.
- Why Pooh, not ...
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