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I hung my clothes on the towel warmer in the bathroom, while Sergei Borisovich counted off. And she returned to him. He hastily wrote in the records, in small, beautiful handwriting. Reaching close to him, she ran her hand over the gray temple, stroking his head. And this serious man is my lover! Wow! Tell me this morning, I would have laughed! I have never imagined myself near a man much older, although I was attracted to smart men.
I wanted his warmth ...
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I wanted his warmth ...
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And again this shame comes from somewhere. I wanted to have sex with a professor - and it happened. But he is not around now, he left me on the kitchen table and left. So this is for him an insignificant event. And what did I want when I almost begged him to take me ?! I suggested - he took. As, probably, and many others before me. But I am not them! Of course, I want to be special for him. Although who am I kidding ?! Who am I - unremarkable girl, what a lot!
I cleaned ...
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I cleaned ...
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- Come on ... - the professor's voice sounds when the door clicked behind me.
I dropped my shoes and went to the voice, almost immediately seeing Sergey Borisovich in the nearest room at the wide table. He was typing something on a laptop. - Hello ... - I saw you, - he threw dryly, glancing over his glasses.
Taking out the stack of the bag, I put it on the table next to him. - Undress. - What? ... - I was a little confused by this request-order ...
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I dropped my shoes and went to the voice, almost immediately seeing Sergey Borisovich in the nearest room at the wide table. He was typing something on a laptop. - Hello ... - I saw you, - he threw dryly, glancing over his glasses.
Taking out the stack of the bag, I put it on the table next to him. - Undress. - What? ... - I was a little confused by this request-order ...
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As far as this day usually began, it is so unusual that it ended ... It began with an early rise on the alarm clock, a crush in the bathroom with Svetik, with whom we both rent an apartment, a wild rush to the university and an equally ordinary delay for the first couple. And ended here in the bathroom of someone else's house. I am kneeling on fresh bruises, my hair is disheveled, the mascara is smeared under the eyes. Thick milk drops on the face and breasts, smelling of passion, heat, lust ... Could I, a modest student ...
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You have long settled in my fantasies, and now you can not scrape out from there. And why, if it brings some amenities ...
I enter the train wagon. I have a dress and tights. Well, on top of, of course, the jacket and boots, because it's cold outside, December. You sit alone somewhere in the middle of the car, but you do not see me - your gaze is directed out the window, at the trees and the rare lights of villages sweeping through the wild dance. In the hands of the phone. Well, yes, you just probably read that I was cooking dinner for the family at home. But...
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I enter the train wagon. I have a dress and tights. Well, on top of, of course, the jacket and boots, because it's cold outside, December. You sit alone somewhere in the middle of the car, but you do not see me - your gaze is directed out the window, at the trees and the rare lights of villages sweeping through the wild dance. In the hands of the phone. Well, yes, you just probably read that I was cooking dinner for the family at home. But...
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Whether fantasy does not allow me to live in peace, or modesty does not allow to live to its fullest. Often these two things are very different. I felt this again just recently ...
Being on vacation in a warm country, I decided to go on a tour. It was a tour not like that, look to the left, look to the right, look around you and ... admire someone's culture, architecture and blah blah blah. No, for some reason this was not desirable. And I wanted entertainment, sensations, emotions. Excursion...
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Being on vacation in a warm country, I decided to go on a tour. It was a tour not like that, look to the left, look to the right, look around you and ... admire someone's culture, architecture and blah blah blah. No, for some reason this was not desirable. And I wanted entertainment, sensations, emotions. Excursion...
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Scolded. I was angry. On you, little bastard! But that was yesterday. Today I will not. First of all, I can’t be angry with you for a long time. A lot of things already bind us.Just remember our acquaintance, "unintentional acquaintance" - and trembling through the body, and the waves of bliss, and in the eyes of the dark from desire, even squeeze panties! Then I blew off the roof, I was ready with you for everything! Without exception. And our fantasies are tireless ... To this day. And how long can you be angry with you when you admit your guilt and smooth it ... and lick it ...
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