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Barely audible quartz clock ticking on the wall of the hotel room showed a quarter past ten. Elena Pavlovna had just taken a morning shower and hastily dried herself with a terry towel and left the bathroom. Shining in some places with water droplets bare feet left on a naked body, a woman walked along a soft carpet towards the pier glass. Before taking up her light makeup, she began to carefully examine herself in the mirror, turning one way and then the other. Yes, no longer young! Around the eyes with ...
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Ekaterina Vasilyevna Lyutinskaya slept all night in a restless, disturbing sleep, continually rolling over from her side on a wide bed in her apartment on the “Island of Desires”. Outside, a storm raged. Last night, a cyclone spinning aimlessly above the surface of the ocean suddenly covered a lonely island. Gushing rain, palm trees bent under the pressure of the wind, in time unmade from the beach loungers were washed away by raging waves. However, after a short but powerful pressure of the elements, for the morning meteorologists again promised ...
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The gray haze of the November dawn enveloped a sullen training ground with projectiles of an obstacle course protruding from the ground like instruments of torture. Brilliant grass from the first frost, withered grass, treacherously slid under the soles of the state-owned low shoes. Mouths gasped for air, but every muscle still ached from oxygen starvation, it was getting dark in the eyes. A platoon of soldiers, recruits, without respite after the march in full combat display, went on the line of the obstacle. Private Konstantin Chernov with run ...
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Maria Alexandrovna woke up half an hour and now lay on a wide bed in her room, enjoying freedom. Somewhere in the distance, through the open window I could hear the ocean surf and scraps of some popular melody. I absolutely did not want to get up. She gladly stretched like a cat with her whole body and gently ran her hand around the clitoris, feeling a pleasant urge. Her pussy, at the call of which she chose this particular resort, craved new adventures.
She came to the "Island of Desires" ...
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Zinaida Pavlovna Ostroukhova, a slender lady of thirty-eight years old, walked along one of the many avenues of the “Island of Desires” in an upset state of feeling, wanting to quickly end this unbearable, distressing day. Finding in the advertising brochure, which lay in her room cinema "Illusion", she decided to watch before bedtime to watch some good movie. Unfortunately, no information about the repertoire of the cinema was provided.
Despite her best efforts, she never ...
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A couple walked slowly along a cobbled colored tile walkway in a tropical park. A slender mature woman, in a beautiful straw hat, with a kind, slightly mocking face and small wrinkles around her eyes, held a young man with a sporty look. From the side it would have been possible to think that this proud mother is walking with a matured son, or the young man conducts a tour of his aunt, who came to visit.However, the essence of the relations between these people, so different in age, was quite ...
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The morning was slightly foggy and sunny, in other matters, as almost always happened on this heavenly piece of land lost in the ocean, an area of just over fifteen square kilometers. A light refreshing breeze blew from the ocean, forcing tropical trees to sway slightly. The ring of clouds gathered around the mouth of an extinct volcano erect in the middle of the island made the landscape mysterious and fantastic. The first day of the debut holiday season on “Island of Desires” began, and it seemed in the air ...
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The passenger liner, which seemed to be a black dot against the background of cumulus clouds that hung over the water surface with intricate locks, after a few minutes turned into a silver bird clearly visible against the sky. Having made a circle over an island lost in the ocean, he went to land and smoothly touched the ground, rolling along the runway quenching speed. The last, sixth charter flight in a day arrived on “Island of Desires”, bringing in its womb a little more than two hundred representatives ...
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Konstantin Chernov, a tall young man, eighteen years old, walked briskly through the streets of his native city with a serious expression on his face. It was the end of September in the courtyard, and the unexpectedly summer of Indian summer, pleased with the returning warmth and blue, without a single cloud of sky. It would seem that one could only admire this quiet, solemn beauty, which came on a few days before bad weather, but the mood of the young man was unimportant. The free life of Constantine came to an end, and the deadline for obtaining the agenda ...
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