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I have long been staring at the elder sister of my girlfriend Alena. A golden-haired 32-year-old woman in the juice, with a feminine body, whose stunning rounded shapes forced my brain to paint immodest fantasies more than once. In my dreams, I dominated this mature beauty, greedily squeezed lush breasts and ass, humiliated her verbally ... The age difference between us at almost 13 years made these fantasies more piquant, I wanted to have an experienced, already held woman. Once, being on a visit ...
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For almost two weeks, Kairat has not called me. The already sad autumn morning in Astana with a leaden sky, strong gusts of wind and incessant rain made me feel particularly lonely. I was afraid to admit to myself that I still love him. I love his reserved laughter, arrogant glance, cynical grin ... I love everything about him! Perhaps that is why I gave him the right to fully dispose of me. This is the whole essence of a woman. I remembered a line from Dumas, something like: "women ...
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Kairat called as always unexpectedly, at the height of the day, and made an appointment on the embankment from the park. As usual, ordered to dress like a cheap slut - in a corset and miniskirt. Quickly putting herself in order and getting dressed, Inna fluttered her lightly out of the house and went to the place agreed upon to meet. It was a sweltering Astana summer, the sun hotly caressed Inna's bare legs, her belly and a large part of her large breasts, not hidden by a corset, but occasional strong gusts of wind ...
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