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Having opened the door izrizovannaya and stuck with ads, I got into a relatively decent store. Here everything was trimmed in pink, the hall was flooded with subdued light, and even it seemed that a light haze enveloped the room. Here, everything was filled with shelves and turntables with discs, and although old posters of Hollywood blockbusters hung on the walls, a quick look was enough to understand that only porn was sold here. Nude beauties looked from each cover, the most juicy screenshots ...
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I sat in a room with a shop window and looked at the street without much enthusiasm. The night was in full swing, and I still have not had a single client: there were only bikers in the bar who were not interested in anything except Chelsea’s dance, and a couple of workers from the port who saw nothing but beer. To top it all off it began to rain heavily, which did not foretell a single guest.
Suddenly, I heard some rustling, and the bed creaked upstairs. After a couple of minutes, Chelsea moans were heard. It seems one of ...
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Suddenly, I heard some rustling, and the bed creaked upstairs. After a couple of minutes, Chelsea moans were heard. It seems one of ...
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Mrs. Akiza de Gramont was in a place unusual for a person of her level. Leaving the car far behind, it moved deeper into the port area. Despite the fact that this port acted day and night, it looked as if people had left it ten years ago. Somewhere in the distance there was a clash of machines and mechanisms, cranes were moving and workers were shouting, and here there was such silence and desolation that those sounds seemed to be signals from a parallel universe. Together with rare lanterns this place was ideal for shooting ...
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Strolling along the embankment, I was tired of thinking about the frailty of my existence. For example, to be footable in this world is not that hard, but there is little joy in it either. Especially no one will tell about it, you have to be a lot of secrecy. However, for me it was by no means the biggest problem. I would even say she was relatively insignificant that I even forgot about her.
A serious problem was my life, in which there was neither a great goal, nor especially bright events, but it reigned ...
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A serious problem was my life, in which there was neither a great goal, nor especially bright events, but it reigned ...
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A couple of weeks ago, Mrs. Aqiza de Gramont helped me find one fool who suddenly disappeared from the house and in the end nearly broke her neck. In principle, and without this help, I would have achieved my goal in the end, but at least it would help me to cut off a lot of options that I did not have to worry about.
One way or another, Mrs. mysteriously said that she would still come up with a job sufficient to thank her for such a service. And who knew what she would come up with.
Mrs. led ...
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One way or another, Mrs. mysteriously said that she would still come up with a job sufficient to thank her for such a service. And who knew what she would come up with.
Mrs. led ...
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The princess was looking for her prince. She did not remember anything about him, not her face, or her name, so her hope rested on only one small, but very important memory. One day she saw the prince masturbating in the garden and was so agitated that, trying to escape, she stumbled and dropped her mouth directly on the prince's dick. Prince could not resist and finished. She remembered this sense of form and taste of sperm forever. Away from her native kingdom, she ended up in the city where her prince was. No one knew who he was, he was good at ...
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This story is dedicated to the demonologist Akize Inverse.
Having passed a small but very picturesque garden, I finally went to the house. The house had a wide open veranda almost like in Japanese houses, only it was completely closed in case of bad weather and completely different. In the end, despite the peculiar temple nearby, we don’t have Japan here. On the veranda, right on the floor, a girl sat in a somewhat old-fashioned dress and hat and slowly ate grapes from a huge bowl. She looked very young, but th ...
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Having passed a small but very picturesque garden, I finally went to the house. The house had a wide open veranda almost like in Japanese houses, only it was completely closed in case of bad weather and completely different. In the end, despite the peculiar temple nearby, we don’t have Japan here. On the veranda, right on the floor, a girl sat in a somewhat old-fashioned dress and hat and slowly ate grapes from a huge bowl. She looked very young, but th ...
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In the future, people's clothes have changed a lot, new elements have appeared, some things have become less taboo. For example, after C-strings, velcro panties appeared, which covered only the pussy. They had a different design, some chastely covered the entire pubis, others shone with openwork elements, and still others did not rise at all, leaving the pubic hair open in the latest fashion. On the other hand, anal plugs have become the most noticeable element of women's clothing. Now they were worn to ...
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How did this crush torture me! Here, again, I got on the train in the midst of the pilgrimage of the people to work and could not even breathe properly. And why? Because I decided to leave the house early and hit the very stream. More precisely, not into the stream, but into an endless stream of bodies, which ...
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The press conference was in full swing, there were journalists with tape recorders and notebooks, cameras, microphones around. There were so many of them, as it seemed to me that I no longer remembered how and why I was there. However, this did not prevent me from answering the most tricky questions easily and ...
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