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This story is absolutely real, with the exception of a few details, not related to the main topic. After her, we had awakened undying interest in the topic of seksvayf, etc. After her, other stories on this topic became interesting, and I even continued one of them, because the author completely abandoned the story.
Here I have slightly changed the details of what is happening and the dialogues, because people usually speak less artistically, and events seem to be less connected to their participant. Well, the story will be about my wife ...
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Here I have slightly changed the details of what is happening and the dialogues, because people usually speak less artistically, and events seem to be less connected to their participant. Well, the story will be about my wife ...
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Fucked hard to the limit, lowered and humiliated, cheating on her husband with a bunch of guys, tired Yulia was sitting on the floor. Her legs were shaking finely, her vagina was stretched so that it was cold inside, dried sperm spread out over slender tanned thighs. What would her pious say when she saw that the last time she miraculously resisted, so as not to end up like a whore. It seemed to Yulia that an orgasm obtained on someone else’s hard cock would be the last straw, after which she would not forgive herself. And my husband ...
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... The landlord's gaze dug into Yulina's crotch. Julia, leaving one hand to cover her chest, the other pulled her skirt down.
This off-season room belonged to his daughter Nadya, and on this couch Stepan Viktorovich saw many young girls, daughter’s girlfriends, who regularly visited their homes. Many of them often stayed overnight, and, before going to bed, to wish their daughter and friends good night (and sometimes for even less significant occasions), he, with lateral vision, and sometimes more frankly ...
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This off-season room belonged to his daughter Nadya, and on this couch Stepan Viktorovich saw many young girls, daughter’s girlfriends, who regularly visited their homes. Many of them often stayed overnight, and, before going to bed, to wish their daughter and friends good night (and sometimes for even less significant occasions), he, with lateral vision, and sometimes more frankly ...
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... 16.20. At the entrance to the city market is quite busy traffic. A little aside, the heroine of our story shyly shifted from one foot to the other. Tonight promised her a whole palette of previously unknown sexual sensations. Although, no, in the morning she had already managed to take part in the fact that even a day ago she could not have dreamed of either a nightmare or erotic fantasies. Yes, yes, our Julia, was even quite modest in fantasy. Modest and traditional. In a not so distant childhood, left ...
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... Trying to avoid big losses, struggling to manifest itself in her oral friendship with Simon, Yulia, unconsciously, aggravated the complexity of her position. And its position, in the literal sense, already represented the letter “P” shamelessly raised at the back. And the more frankly expressed her resignation, the stronger was the desire of Dima from some side, finally, to penetrate her. It is worth noting that Julia, feeling the hardness of his intentions, uvorach ...
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The case in the Crimea
I will not reveal this place, but according to the description, maybe someone himself would guess where this story took place)
Yulia, a Muscovite, has than once thanked this place for the opportunity to sunbathe without prying eyes. A ten-minute journey from a comfortable beach along narrow inter-rocky paths did not particularly attract those who wanted to. And if you come very early in the morning, you can safely sunbathe without a swimsuit on large ledges of rocks crashing into the sea. It was a pleasure to do this until nine in the morning, until ...
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I will not reveal this place, but according to the description, maybe someone himself would guess where this story took place)
Yulia, a Muscovite, has than once thanked this place for the opportunity to sunbathe without prying eyes. A ten-minute journey from a comfortable beach along narrow inter-rocky paths did not particularly attract those who wanted to. And if you come very early in the morning, you can safely sunbathe without a swimsuit on large ledges of rocks crashing into the sea. It was a pleasure to do this until nine in the morning, until ...
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