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She walked forward and smiled at him in a friendly manner. She was wearing the same dress, the same shoes, the same tights. The blood began to rush to his penis at the mere thought that his hands were stroking yesterday these tights deep under this dress.
- Hello! How are you here ?!
- We have practice here, already ...
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- Hello! How are you here ?!
- We have practice here, already ...
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Moscow met Vadim with warm sunny weather. At home - in the native northern capital of the republic at night it was still freezing, during the day it was thawing intensively, so that by nightfall it would freeze again. Dirty drifts piled up all around, gradually diminishing and revealing light from their depths ...
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In the evening he rang the doorbell of the Svetkina apartment. The hostess herself opened, cordially inviting the guest to the kitchen, to taste what God had sent. Before he could start his meal, Petrovich felt the face of Svetlana with greedy eyes.
She was wearing a transparent white blouse, through which ...
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She was wearing a transparent white blouse, through which ...
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