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Nick was, it can be said, a caricature of the right girl. She did not stand out from the circle of her classmates and girlfriends. She lived with her parents, studied at a local university, flirted with guys periodically, and enjoyed watching TV shows and paging through the VC tape. But ... like any home girl, she had something forbidden and vicious, but she could not overstep the norms of morality and behavior imparted by her caring parents to turn her secret desires into reality. But the worldwide network helped her ...
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Her body is full of heat, a heavy braid of light blond hair, a voice trembling with desire, her flat tummy, a sharp bend of her hips, a chest swaying to the beat ... He recalled that night. Their last night.
When drunk with wine and desire, they tore off each other's clothes, her cornflower-blue eyes burned with passion. Having fallen on the bed, they pressed themselves so closely against each other with their naked bodies that they seemed to want to merge into a single whole. Every touch of his hands was given by the tremor of her heated body, she often ...
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When drunk with wine and desire, they tore off each other's clothes, her cornflower-blue eyes burned with passion. Having fallen on the bed, they pressed themselves so closely against each other with their naked bodies that they seemed to want to merge into a single whole. Every touch of his hands was given by the tremor of her heated body, she often ...
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It hurts, it hurts a lot. Women like to say that even the Hercules would have passed out from the pain they experience in childbirth. But there is a pain that they do not understand and do not survive. The pain that I feel now. It is difficult to breathe, all the insides as if twisted with cold bundles. He sat down on the poroshek, took out a cigarette and greedily dragged on. Nicotine helped, but not much.
My hands, squeezing the help, compressed to the whitened knuckles. My brain explodes from overflowing me ...
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My hands, squeezing the help, compressed to the whitened knuckles. My brain explodes from overflowing me ...
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The senior investigator Ictus enjoyed the spectacle of a young demoness who was placed on a red-hot pig, resembling a form of a huge member. Insane shouts of pleasure and pain reflected from the dark walls of the casemates. More recently, she presented herself as the Lady of the Seas, shared a bed with the Count of Luxembourg and commanded a whole nation, but now she is just a piece of meat in the hands of skilled investigators. It was funny to see how at first she tried to wriggle, threaten, bribe, then build herself an impregnable heroine ... But in the end, when the last shreds of her will collapsed, she told everything. He gave at the mercy of the executioners, but not to stop torture, but to prolong them as long as possible. In the two months spent by the demoness in the temple, she turned from an elite spy into an insatiable vagina, eager to be filled every second.
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Rest in this camp has become a tradition for them. Calm, sleepy lake, clean sandy beach, complete isolation from the noise of civilization and the minimum of necessary amenities. Cheerful company of young loafers - students of the engineering university. Smiling and windy Dimon nicknamed Polkan, a bartender and a favorite of drunken party girls. An active and pragmatic Blue, in the world Alexey Sinkov is the only hope of his parents - engineers. Shirt is Artem's boyfriend, and for friends, just London is a man ...
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Rest in this camp has become a tradition for them. Calm, sleepy lake, clean sandy beach, complete isolation from the noise of civilization and the minimum of necessary amenities.Cheerful company of young loafers - students of the engineering university. Smiling and windy Dimon nicknamed Polkan, a bartender and a favorite of drunken party girls. An active and pragmatic Blue, in the world Alexey Sinkov is the only hope of his parents - engineers. Shirt is Artem's boyfriend, and for friends, just London is a man ...
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Stas.
I am quiet and this is my problem. But the problem is not in the sense in which you might think. A little bit about yourself. I am 35 years old, I am a successful businessman, but I look like a student from the hostel: a slender body, not tall - 175 cm, full lips, gullible gray eyes, light brown hair. And this my appearance, coupled with cultural behavior, instilled in me by my family of hereditary teachers, is a big problem. Because when the street is a kind of alpha male - two by two meters with a stone ...
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I am quiet and this is my problem. But the problem is not in the sense in which you might think. A little bit about yourself. I am 35 years old, I am a successful businessman, but I look like a student from the hostel: a slender body, not tall - 175 cm, full lips, gullible gray eyes, light brown hair. And this my appearance, coupled with cultural behavior, instilled in me by my family of hereditary teachers, is a big problem. Because when the street is a kind of alpha male - two by two meters with a stone ...
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