/ The authors / Maria Alekseevna
- Hi, Raccoon. - I'm not a raccoon. - Who? - Egor. - And Egor can not be a raccoon? Or a raccoon Egor?
The question put him in a dead end. While he was thinking, I climbed onto his bed and sat behind him. As usual, at the moment of extreme idleness, he looked at some nonsense. - No, I think definitely can not - he finally spoke. - Why? - I leaned slightly to the left and smacked him on the cheek. - I do not know, although all ...
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The question put him in a dead end. While he was thinking, I climbed onto his bed and sat behind him. As usual, at the moment of extreme idleness, he looked at some nonsense. - No, I think definitely can not - he finally spoke. - Why? - I leaned slightly to the left and smacked him on the cheek. - I do not know, although all ...
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The summers in this area were hot, but when it started to rain, it seemed as if you were living somewhere in South America. The local “rainy season” lasted for weeks at a time, flooding streets with heavenly water, flooding ditches, filling lakes and rivers, driving them out of the banks.
I stood in the doorway and looked at the water pouring from the sky. - Now it will pour a whole week - said my friend Romka. - Are you comfortable to stand? - Not really. - Masha! - came from the balcony. - I...
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I stood in the doorway and looked at the water pouring from the sky. - Now it will pour a whole week - said my friend Romka. - Are you comfortable to stand? - Not really. - Masha! - came from the balcony. - I...
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Summer. Heat. It was a very hot day. I lay on my bed naked, covered only for the decor of the bed sheet, and that the air conditioner is not stretched. I was shocked. Half an hour ago, the courier brought a parcel from Lina. The package included a laptop, a headset, a wireless mouse, a tablet, and a brand new smartphone. There were also several folders with different signatures, a notebook, several booklets, different accessories for the equipment and two strange bags, green and pink.
I opened the laptop and turned it on, turned it on ...
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I opened the laptop and turned it on, turned it on ...
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I'm from an ordinary family.
My father sells umbrellas, my mother works as a teacher at the university, my younger brother is a novice student, and I am an ordinary girl with incomprehensible views about the future. We live not far from Kiev. Parents have earned a small cottage in the cottage, which is now a lot. I study in a humanitarian university, I recently turned 20 years old. I do not know what will happen after graduation and it scares me. I am athletic, very keen on fitness. For some time, Instagram has gotten her ...
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My father sells umbrellas, my mother works as a teacher at the university, my younger brother is a novice student, and I am an ordinary girl with incomprehensible views about the future. We live not far from Kiev. Parents have earned a small cottage in the cottage, which is now a lot. I study in a humanitarian university, I recently turned 20 years old. I do not know what will happen after graduation and it scares me. I am athletic, very keen on fitness. For some time, Instagram has gotten her ...
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The path to the studio was familiar to her. They went there more than once. Dad talked all the way on the phone, and she looked out the window at the houses, streets, people flying by. Here, finally, they turned into a familiar lane. Quickly climbed the ladder, called the intercom.
Studio as a studio. With a couple of dozen people - make-up artists, director, administrators, photographers, video recording operators. She habitually passed from a less illuminated part of the studio to a more illuminated one. It was a corner, absolutely white place ...
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Studio as a studio. With a couple of dozen people - make-up artists, director, administrators, photographers, video recording operators. She habitually passed from a less illuminated part of the studio to a more illuminated one. It was a corner, absolutely white place ...
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Vova was sitting. Sat Vova in the arms of an adult, beautiful, athletic woman. Her hands held Vova by her sides. Hands held gently, but firmly. Vova did not move. Another two pairs of gentle, female hands supported him under the hips. The woman holding her in her arms slowly moved her pelvis, introducing into the bowels of Vovin the intestine of the strap-on of truly gigantic length and thickness. The scrotum was pulled at the base with a special strap. Another gentle hand, the tips of nails gently tickled hardened vovin eggs. The other hand, with ...
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In a past life, Vova was a spender.He was aware of this, but he liked the image of a “golden boy” who could allow himself almost everything. When parents started a conversation for money, Vova strongly denied and argued that he spends no more than a typical teenager. Talk of Vovin spending usually ended in a scandal, but for all that, his father did not stop supplying his son with money. Expensive elite taxi, small gifts for girls, going to the cinema, cafes, restaurants - all this was ...
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Vova was sitting on a wide windowsill. He was wrapped in a blanket, as in a cocoon. Bottom with might and main scuffed the battery, from the window gave cold. Vova liked this contrast. It was gorgeous to watch the night city, to hear the distant sounds breaking through the glass. It was snowing lightly. There were steps. The steps were strange, light, but somehow heavy at the same time, as if walking very much pressed on the heels. A second later the owner, or rather the owner, the source of noise appeared near Vova - Alice.
Alice...
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Alice...
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Night. Vova was lying on the bed. He put one hand under his head, his second drew a limp member. Empty eggs pleasantly acted a bit - they had a well-deserved weekend and Julia gave him great sex. A few minutes ago, he was cleaning her kisul tongue with his sperm, and now she was dozing beside him on the stomach, buried his nose in his shoulder. And Vova just lay thinking about his life. His mouth still felt the salty taste of his sperm and the sweet and sour discharge of Julia. It was hot. Batteries are scuffed like bad ...
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Autumn. Yellowing leaves. Gray city. Under the bridge of one of the urban highways, two of the supports are huddled against each other. He and she. Unpretentious gray bolonevye jackets, simple warm blue jeans, plain black nubuck boots. He hugs her, presses her to himself, trying to keep her warm and give her her. He tucked his palms into his breast pocket. Cool, nasty wind blows them, climbs into the seemingly most protected places. He looked at his watch, customers definitely not ...
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