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Carelessly nodding to the obliging porter, Karina entered the brightly lit elevator, went up to the 28th floor, opened the massive door with a gold-plated key and, ringing her sharp heels on the floor, entered her lonely semi-dark apartment. The panoramic window facing the bay at that moment, like a giant television set, showed the last minutes of sunset over the depths of the sea, and the gleams of that sunset, these last dying sun rays were the only source of light that illuminated it ...
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Spread your legs, stand up, stooping,
And spread your buttocks with your hands,
And smile: "Sponges stuck together ...",
And I'll cling; to lips with lips.
Gentle pulp will fill the mouth,
The language is carried away by the clitoris,
From lust he pulls away his belly
The pain will be sweetly cloying.
Wet, swollen, hot cunt,
Cover my greedy mouth;
I choke, choke on you,
My dick is waiting.
You'll be pussy pussy lips
Smell her stupefying,
And touch your tongue there,
Where the bridle pulls.
I kiss your lips,
...
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And spread your buttocks with your hands,
And smile: "Sponges stuck together ...",
And I'll cling; to lips with lips.
Gentle pulp will fill the mouth,
The language is carried away by the clitoris,
From lust he pulls away his belly
The pain will be sweetly cloying.
Wet, swollen, hot cunt,
Cover my greedy mouth;
I choke, choke on you,
My dick is waiting.
You'll be pussy pussy lips
Smell her stupefying,
And touch your tongue there,
Where the bridle pulls.
I kiss your lips,
...
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In the screen again the room in which my wife slut rested. Same bed. Blindfold. Stockings are black with some kind of pattern on the belt, the corset is red, the nipples are looking out over the cups. Red lipstick on the lips. Mouth ajar pending. “Waiting for another prick.” & Nbsp; - I determined to myself, looking at such a fucking little face of my wife in someone else’s house, at someone else’s fucker.
"Well. Yesterday you pleased me. “- said her lover. "I'm glad. "- joyfully ...
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"Well. Yesterday you pleased me. “- said her lover. "I'm glad. "- joyfully ...
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The city tired him. He pulled energy out of him.
When he worked and he had to go there and back, the forces still remained. But once he went to town twice in one day; home, from a stop, he barely dragged, almost, without falling asleep on the go.
He took off his shoes, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and the fatigue, weighting, blinding his eyelids, and he splashed cold water on his face. Water stirred up, he changed clothes and went to the kitchen. If he was hungry, he dined; if he did not feel hunger, he drank coffee. Coffee too ...
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When he worked and he had to go there and back, the forces still remained. But once he went to town twice in one day; home, from a stop, he barely dragged, almost, without falling asleep on the go.
He took off his shoes, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and the fatigue, weighting, blinding his eyelids, and he splashed cold water on his face. Water stirred up, he changed clothes and went to the kitchen. If he was hungry, he dined; if he did not feel hunger, he drank coffee. Coffee too ...
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Our anniversary is with you. I put myself in order for a long time, put on a new red underwear, stockings and think about what position you should meet after work. I turned on the music for the right mood and lay down on the bed.various thoughts and memories of our nights with you began to come to your head, your brightest orgasms and analysis of what you had them came to mind, today I wanted to do absolutely everything for you. from lustful and passionate thoughts, it became wet between the legs, the pulse began to beat on the whiskey ...
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Once I met my old friend. We were not friends. Just studied in the same higher naval school. Having finished it, our paths diverged. Like my hero, Lieutenant Zuev, I got into the Pacific Fleet, which at that time only got on its feet at the end of the fifties, and my friend served on boats of the Northern Fleet. We sat in one of the Sevastopol cozy cafes, remembered our teenage years, weaved about ...
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