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This is another story of the adventures of the singer Nana (from "Hot fan"). Written to order.
The holiday was fun. Despite the fact that tonight's concert, the birthday of the boss has not been canceled. This is holy.
Nana did not drink the supportive, only sipped a little, so as not to offend the birthday man. All the others noted nicely, alcohol flowed like a river. The hero of the occasion was all the time near Nana. She always knew what he liked, and now, after drinking a lot of sake, Satoru is getting hotter for her ...
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The holiday was fun. Despite the fact that tonight's concert, the birthday of the boss has not been canceled. This is holy.
Nana did not drink the supportive, only sipped a little, so as not to offend the birthday man. All the others noted nicely, alcohol flowed like a river. The hero of the occasion was all the time near Nana. She always knew what he liked, and now, after drinking a lot of sake, Satoru is getting hotter for her ...
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Quickly reaching the clearing where the witch house was located, Vika hid on the edge of the forest behind the trees. It is impossible to go ahead - this is certain death! We must wait for time. The witch finds out that Vika has escaped, and, most likely, will try to find her. If the house remains without owners, the girl will be able to get inside and find Kostik.
So Vika thought, trying to focus only on thoughts about saving a person, and not about the troubles that had already happened to her. So that gray strands do not remind of what happened ...
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So Vika thought, trying to focus only on thoughts about saving a person, and not about the troubles that had already happened to her. So that gray strands do not remind of what happened ...
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Seeing that she was being watched, Vika suddenly froze, not moving, unable to tear her eyes away from the black boring eyes. “Well, have you been reading? ...” he suddenly smiled and sat up in bed. - Do you like to read horror stories at night in other people's books? - in his voice a little discontent was heard.
He got up and went to the girl. She jumped up so hastily that the book fell to her feet, and the key from her hand flew into the fireplace. With horror eyes, Vika looked into the witch’s eyes.
Stephen stooped and lifted ...
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He got up and went to the girl. She jumped up so hastily that the book fell to her feet, and the key from her hand flew into the fireplace. With horror eyes, Vika looked into the witch’s eyes.
Stephen stooped and lifted ...
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It was impossible to remove the strap with the key over the head of the sleeping person, but it was also very difficult to untie the knot. Barely breathing from fear, Vika fought with a knot and - hurray - he leaned. And here is the key in her hands. Stephen in a dream took a deep breath, knocking his breath. The girl froze, barely hearing anything around because of the wildly pounding heart. The man turned on his side without waking up. In time she managed to remove the key!
Another task is to get over a sleeping person. The girl first gently slid into her legs ...
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Another task is to get over a sleeping person. The girl first gently slid into her legs ...
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The door creaked softly, letting the guest in. A dim light burned in the basement. The premises were divided into several departments. In the near lay some bags and boxes of canned food, banks. Apparently, these are products purchased for sale.
A board creaked under Vicki’s leg, and in the far room, closed by a cage, something rustled. Vika stopped for a moment, but again confidently stepped forward.
Over the next partition, she saw the bed, a small, single. She was knocked down, as if she was just lying on her and ...
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A board creaked under Vicki’s leg, and in the far room, closed by a cage, something rustled. Vika stopped for a moment, but again confidently stepped forward.
Over the next partition, she saw the bed, a small, single. She was knocked down, as if she was just lying on her and ...
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Warm hugs came to life. Demanding palms stroked the sleepy girl's body. One hand, on which her dark head rested, caressed her chest, gently awakening. The second, more active, stroked the thigh, elastic tummy, ass, shaking it in one place, then in another. Fingers dived between the halves, buried in the articulation of slender legs, slid along the delicate petals, causing the flesh to swell and ooze the first drops of arousal. Vika moaned sleepily, slightly arched. - Well, do not ...
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Vika opened her eyes. Her head ached terribly, and the girl put her hand to her forehead - she was wearing a light bandage. The girl wanted to sit down, but the pain did not let her do it. Turning his head, Vika found the owner of this house - he was sitting near the fireplace, thoughtful and tense, but no less beautiful than he was in the forest. Flames cast light on his sophisticated profile and made him look a bit unreal. On his lap was a book, in an old leather, but very shabby binding, he ...
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Vika was looking for her love. No, do not try to meet someone. Really search. Looking for a missing person, her first love.
On the eve of Vika, the grandmother called and said that they had a misfortune in the village - Kostik Gromov disappeared. I went hunting in the forest and did not return home. The third day they are looking for him all over the village, they've caught up with volunteers, but they cannot find them anywhere. Vika immediately threw everything and went to the village. She knew she must try to find him. She felt she could find him! Be sure to ...
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On the eve of Vika, the grandmother called and said that they had a misfortune in the village - Kostik Gromov disappeared. I went hunting in the forest and did not return home. The third day they are looking for him all over the village, they've caught up with volunteers, but they cannot find them anywhere. Vika immediately threw everything and went to the village. She knew she must try to find him. She felt she could find him! Be sure to ...
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The next day I received a bouquet of flowers. The same as then, the day of the freshman. No note. But now I knew for sure whose flowers they were.
Denis Aleksandrovich now more often came across to me in the university. That imperceptibly thrust candy in hand, then touches, passing. I did not know how to react to it. I was pleased with his attention, and I allowed him to behave like this with me. The professor, of course, did not talk about it. But he felt like something ...
Denis Aleksandrovich brought me to a few more times ...
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Denis Aleksandrovich now more often came across to me in the university. That imperceptibly thrust candy in hand, then touches, passing. I did not know how to react to it. I was pleased with his attention, and I allowed him to behave like this with me. The professor, of course, did not talk about it. But he felt like something ...
Denis Aleksandrovich brought me to a few more times ...
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And when do we stop believing in fairy tales? ... When are we turning into cynical and mistrustful? When do we stop thinking directly, like children? There are probably no answers to these questions, because everything is individual. But just then our childhood ends ...
Dmitry thought about this, returning from a children's matinee, to which he led his daughter. Sophia was so glad to all these Buratinas-Malvins-Tortilla! And he? What he?! I admired her shining eyes, her sincere joy. And it was happiness for him ...
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Dmitry thought about this, returning from a children's matinee, to which he led his daughter. Sophia was so glad to all these Buratinas-Malvins-Tortilla! And he? What he?! I admired her shining eyes, her sincere joy. And it was happiness for him ...
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