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Artem Ivanovich sat in front of the flickering screen of the monitor and watched porn. One of his hands firmly held knotty dick, the second cup of cooled tea. At the moment of the apogee, when the hulks of Artemy were ready to pour out lumps of burning semen, the doorbell sang with a trill. Choking on a sour slice of lemon, shoving a rampaged dick into the workout, Artem Ivanovich hurried to open the door.
On the threshold stood two men in a gray uniform, and waving their IDs in front of their nose, they introduced themselves: - Major Kasatonov and ...
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On the threshold stood two men in a gray uniform, and waving their IDs in front of their nose, they introduced themselves: - Major Kasatonov and ...
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Lelka was an imposing and interesting girl. Lush blonde with huge wet eyes and a frank look, talking about sensuality. Men stumbled over a raised sable eyebrow and wet, oozing red lips.
She had a way of flying suddenly, as if she noticed a fresh sack, and immediately dive right into the guts, instantly pecking at various tidbits - the heart, liver, or testicles.
She could allow men to stay near as they please, but she was quickly sabotaged ...
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She had a way of flying suddenly, as if she noticed a fresh sack, and immediately dive right into the guts, instantly pecking at various tidbits - the heart, liver, or testicles.
She could allow men to stay near as they please, but she was quickly sabotaged ...
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I stand and look at your drunken body, compressed into a lump. You sleep and even in a dream you are serious, as if you are reading a prayer before you sleep. What brought me to this house, to these people whom I do not know and do not want to know? Only you. Take you out of here. But this will never happen. You constantly come back here, like in a drought at a watering place. Your life will forever spin in this microscopic chaos, as if your mind is affected by a tumor that is absorbing you insatiably. The smell of alcohol, friends, linoleum, playgrounds ...
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You know, there is such a mood nivpizdu. Everything seems gloomy, rancid, like stale margarine. Cops constantly stop and men do not give.
Nonka lay on the couch, holding up her gorgeous ass, and twisting her full thighs into a tight knot. She was sucking on candy, and a plan began to emerge in her head. Not to say that the plan "Barbarosa", but also Planetz, for a woman in the prime of life is the fact. - The black stripe must be erased with radical measures. When everything went deep in the ass ecumenical ...
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Nonka lay on the couch, holding up her gorgeous ass, and twisting her full thighs into a tight knot. She was sucking on candy, and a plan began to emerge in her head. Not to say that the plan "Barbarosa", but also Planetz, for a woman in the prime of life is the fact. - The black stripe must be erased with radical measures. When everything went deep in the ass ecumenical ...
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You seemed to me an unattainable summit of a mountain, on which I climbed, knocking my fingers to the blood. This shining fire healed and incinerated. Every time, on a halt, when I was in despair, you allowed yourself to play with me, giving hope to a soul that was befuddled by you. It was beautiful and majestic. I looked at you with wide eyes, and caught every movement of your strong hands, looked at the virtuoso’s fingers and was fascinated, like a child who needs to learn so much interesting and ready ...
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Initially, God created erotica kuni and blowjob. The prelude was visible and not empty, and the darkness in the eyes, and the spirit of God moved over M and J.
And God said: let it be a classic. And it became a classic + Kama Sutra in clarification.
And God saw the classics and what is good, and God separated the light from the darkness. Here you have a classic and BDSM.
And God said eroticism: may there be a coincidence in passions and pleasures, and there will not be some of them ...
Commoner ...
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And God said: let it be a classic. And it became a classic + Kama Sutra in clarification.
And God saw the classics and what is good, and God separated the light from the darkness. Here you have a classic and BDSM.
And God said eroticism: may there be a coincidence in passions and pleasures, and there will not be some of them ...
Commoner ...
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His brutality, carrying death, Botsman still achieved a beautiful life. You can all write to him and pay the contract price for the recipe.
Having thrown his adventures in a minibus, bus, and garbage truck, he suddenly found himself in an artistic elevator by a sudden, unsophisticated choice, and was carried by the social wind to the fifth floor.
He became more sophisticated and lustful in his desires, and imposing, as a decorative ...
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Having thrown his adventures in a minibus, bus, and garbage truck, he suddenly found himself in an artistic elevator by a sudden, unsophisticated choice, and was carried by the social wind to the fifth floor.
He became more sophisticated and lustful in his desires, and imposing, as a decorative ...
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"On December 31, my friends and I go to the bathhouse." I paraphrase this phrase - December 31, my friend and I flew to India. The New Year was celebrated in the sky surrounded by Hindus, turbans of various colors and chocolate eyes carefully examining us. The airliner company was diluted by a handful of Englishmen, who were looking haughtily at the representatives of the once-lost colony, and the loudly flowing speech of the Italians. Clutching, and slamming a glass of wine, a mysterious future spread in hot streams in the blood, swept ...
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The day was gloomy and overcast, like the previous one, and the one before it, and even earlier. It seemed that darkness swallowed the earth, and only some desperate heads are still fighting for heaven on earth, but this is somewhere far near the equator, or in the surrounding areas. As if people have life there, and here survival. I firmly held the steering wheel with one hand, the second peacefully rested on the handbrake, in case of an urgent turn. Thoughts were far from signaling and swearing in their kibits per hour ...
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Eugene stood at the corner of the house and nervously smoked. He was waiting for her. Imagination painted pictures of the meeting, which came to life under the noise of approaching cars, and as soon as the car turned off, they left it. The winter sky was steel and impenetrable, like a gladiator's shield. Slush, abyss and spray, did not kill him desire to meet. She called and he crossed the road and got into her car.
She is:
Having used it with a glance, I realized that before me was the true representative of the ancient people, and with such caricature accuracy, that ...
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She is:
Having used it with a glance, I realized that before me was the true representative of the ancient people, and with such caricature accuracy, that ...
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