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To undress and tie a person a lot of mind is not necessary. Four boogie easily cope with the task in five minutes.
I sit in an empty class completely naked, tied to a chair and a desk with two ropes. Screaming and calling for help would be extremely unwise. After all, this is calculated: that I will start screaming, attract attention. Even if this does not happen, the girls will still come here one by one in search of something “extremely interesting”, stumble upon a glance at my proboscis in hairy thickets and ...
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I sit in an empty class completely naked, tied to a chair and a desk with two ropes. Screaming and calling for help would be extremely unwise. After all, this is calculated: that I will start screaming, attract attention. Even if this does not happen, the girls will still come here one by one in search of something “extremely interesting”, stumble upon a glance at my proboscis in hairy thickets and ...
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Dima and Svetka had no children. They moved to Holland in 2011, I found myself there two years earlier. We lived in the same area, often overlapping on weekends. Sveta loved my company. Somehow I immediately caught her perky laughter, which he himself provoked. I can’t help myself when a girl laughs with my jokes. It's like a drug - I want to abuse it again and again. Dima, too, was laughing, but not so long and not so convincingly. Sveta gave laughter all, one might say ...
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A fragile long-haired girl slowly waddling on her heels, rolling over on her side, trying with all her might to outweigh a heavy gym bag. Heels are confused, strained calves plaited. The girl stops, straightens her shoulders with difficulty, the bag remains lying on the pavement. A fair-haired lady in a tight black skirt, white blouse frantically rubs a child's palm, dropping a fixed, focused look on the bag. Only she and this black motionless bison carcass, which is needed at any cost ...
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Leaving Dasha - Do you like her? - Egorka pretends not to be jealous, but I know my friend too well to understand the pain my words have caused. It is not his fault that his girlfriend makes eyes at me. Recently, they often quarreled. Love - a strange thing, when it is a lot, it destroys.
I answer with the arrangement, weighing every word: - Dasha is a beautiful girl, but I wouldn’t meet her.
Egor grins: - Why? - To me...
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I answer with the arrangement, weighing every word: - Dasha is a beautiful girl, but I wouldn’t meet her.
Egor grins: - Why? - To me...
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- I have a boyfriend.
She said when I approached to kiss her for the first time.
“What did you keep silent before? “- I was indignant to myself.
We have come a long way: acquaintance, flowers, and here it is: first date, domino movie, farewell to home. “I don't care,” I cover her lips with my own.
She kisses like a pro: starts gently, sucking on the edges. Gradually enters the taste: flirts with the tongue, completely merges in the dance.
I have a modest but ...
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She said when I approached to kiss her for the first time.
“What did you keep silent before? “- I was indignant to myself.
We have come a long way: acquaintance, flowers, and here it is: first date, domino movie, farewell to home. “I don't care,” I cover her lips with my own.
She kisses like a pro: starts gently, sucking on the edges. Gradually enters the taste: flirts with the tongue, completely merges in the dance.
I have a modest but ...
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- Will you suck or not ?! - blonde annoyedly presses the head of a red-headed slave into the groin of a client. - How to eat, so she first runs. Look, your ass has grown! And who will work?
A sharp manicure of a blond Nasty deeply pierces a reddish shock of hair, scratches thin skin. The hostess - according to the tradition of the blonde - is scratching the skull with her nails, winding her hair over her fingers. Finally, having gained complete control over Ksyusha's head, the hostess sends sponges in powerful pushes, which are mixed into ...
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A sharp manicure of a blond Nasty deeply pierces a reddish shock of hair, scratches thin skin. The hostess - according to the tradition of the blonde - is scratching the skull with her nails, winding her hair over her fingers. Finally, having gained complete control over Ksyusha's head, the hostess sends sponges in powerful pushes, which are mixed into ...
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“Revenge is a cold dish,” Posner says with an arrangement. The old fart smiles from under his glasses, exhaling another ring of sweet smoke.A skillfully taught lesson to an old-fashioned youth tickles the nerves of a decrepit libertine, encourages revelations: - Women are not capable of love. They want to belong to be disposed of as a thing. Even the most powerful and independent in their hearts cherish the hope of one day finding a tamer. They are looking for a host like ...
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The Klyuchnik's Black Ring has a corrugated surface, dozens of steel threads are woven into a fancy net fixed by an alloy. The porous surface looks like a sponge with a needle like a hedgehog shell. This is how the drug enters the Slave's organism: The owner seals it to the gentle vagina of the drug addict during the mating.
At the end of the month, Muller drove the Rings to the Temple to renew karma. The girls by that time began to show nervousness, they lacked a dose, and they went to all sorts of tricks to ...
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At the end of the month, Muller drove the Rings to the Temple to renew karma. The girls by that time began to show nervousness, they lacked a dose, and they went to all sorts of tricks to ...
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Zlata lived in my house until she felt better. I did not want to keep her, I wanted her to throw off the slave shackles, and I almost succeeded. In the early days, she jumped on me with enviable regularity. At bedtime, on Saturday morning. “It itches,” she whined, losing control, and actually raped me, pushing a weak member into her red hot vagina with her fingers. I waited for her to fold. Each time the intensity of the attacks weakened. Finally, our ...
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The first time is always a shock. The girl does not understand what is happening. The effect of the drug so imperceptibly soaks the consciousness that the poor thing is ready to commit suicide from shame when everything ends, and only a strong desire to repeat the experience, to go down even deeper, breaks it, forcing it to voluntarily enter into a vicious circle.
She comes to the fitness club, unaware that the coach has long laid eyes on her. On this day, the room is stuffy, an unusually many young guys. However, a little ...
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She comes to the fitness club, unaware that the coach has long laid eyes on her. On this day, the room is stuffy, an unusually many young guys. However, a little ...
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