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It seems it was around 1995. Everyone flew to Turkey for clothes, and my friend Vovka suggested that I take part in a trip to Romania in a railway car. It was not the first time that it was practiced, the necessary quorum is being assembled, they are buying up the entire carriage and driving in such a narrow world through a few countries for gloves.
- What to take with you?
- Take the vodka!
- I am an athlete, I do not drink, almost.
“There are almost all athletes there, almost no one drinks,” Vovan laughed ...
Kiev railway station, loaded. Everything is decorous, ladies in the main ...
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- What to take with you?
- Take the vodka!
- I am an athlete, I do not drink, almost.
“There are almost all athletes there, almost no one drinks,” Vovan laughed ...
Kiev railway station, loaded. Everything is decorous, ladies in the main ...
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"Yes, I am good!" - thought Christina, sweetly smacking. Already the night has passed, but the sensations do not go away, it even seems that everything has just ended, the sponges have not moved away from the vibration, the anus opening has not been tightened so well, the knees are still trembling, the dry ...
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