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Get on the shuttle, sit on the small junction stations. Waiting and boredom. Saiga station is not the worst place. Wait for the morning - and by train. Two hours - and in your city!
And wait another five hours. You smoke, you smoke - to nausea. People - decently, all seats are occupied ...
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And wait another five hours. You smoke, you smoke - to nausea. People - decently, all seats are occupied ...
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I arrived at the specified address at the appointed time. Yefim was already there.
- Well, what, did not change my mind? - he asked.
“I don’t have to choose,” I answered uncertainly.
“Well, in general, if something does not suit you there, you don’t show it, otherwise you will fail me,” answered ...
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- Well, what, did not change my mind? - he asked.
“I don’t have to choose,” I answered uncertainly.
“Well, in general, if something does not suit you there, you don’t show it, otherwise you will fail me,” answered ...
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As soon as Marina and I came to her, she right in the hallway immediately dropped to her knees and, jerking off my pants, began to suck my instantly rising member.
I fucked her for a couple of weeks - my wife Lena went on a business trip abroad, and since there was no power to refrain ...
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I fucked her for a couple of weeks - my wife Lena went on a business trip abroad, and since there was no power to refrain ...
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Monday. Beautiful, a little hot, July morning and ... the alarm clock rings. I wake up in my wide bed, slightly opening my eyes and looking at my watch. At 6.30 in the morning. “Another 15 minutes, and getting up” - I mumble quietly under my breath, at the same time turning onto my back ...
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Having parked the car, I went on foot. On the outskirts of the city I had a small house, where I sometimes stayed for the night, and this time I wanted to be alone. It was a warm summer evening, the air was filled with the scent of greenery. The silence was broken only by music from a small ...
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What does a man think when he goes down the street, where does his gaze go? "Everyone has his own problems, his own thoughts in his head," you will answer. But all this is nothing compared to what happens in the head of a man who accidentally snatched his eyes from crowds of someone elastic, plump ...
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