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Have you ever wondered how one evening can change everything? Or maybe this is not so, maybe all life goes to this evening, and you understand it too late? Sometimes I think that our life is full of all kinds of intersections and, turning once, you no longer recognize the road and do not know how to ...
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You want to know what he wants - to find out what's spinning in your head when the sound of rain is pounding on the roof of a car, and the lights of oncoming cars are scattered in millions of drops on the windshield. When the voice from the front seat to you, not at all embarrassed, but from this even more ...
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I woke up because something big was sticking out of my ass, causing inconvenience. My hands were a little numb, but moved. I looked at my wrists and saw traces of rope. Everything that happened yesterday could have seemed a terrible dream, if not for these traces.
My husband and I were married ...
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My husband and I were married ...
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Music played, through the window one could see how two girls were topless, one thin - Nymphet, the other - a guest, with decent forms and a prominent crotch in the crotch, but both in black translucent panties under loud rhythms simultaneously rotate their butts. I went in, both of them didn’t pay attention to me. They continued to move their hands gracefully, while in front of their slits in shorts covered light white bows on ribbons and with sharp turns of the body bows ...
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The sun had already slipped a little to the western sky, but still blindingly alive, with orange light bursting into the open windows. The rays shine between the scarlet caps of a blossoming geranium, hit a large nickel-plated samovar that stands on a small table in our kitchen - my dad just loves to drink tea from a samovar. And nothing that he is electric, do not drown the samovar in the kitchen, but the tea from it is definitely somewhat ina. Fragments of the sun broken about a samovar are unsteady bunnies lying on the wings ...
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A series of stories with fictional characters and events representing my inner world and attempts to comprehend and demonstrate different facets of character. Perhaps someone they seem interesting.
A cold, prickly wind rushes and slaps my face in the face, flies up and tears dry yellow birch leaves, plays with it in the air and, like a boring toy, throws it into a black dirty puddle, in which a fence of metal rods and upper windows is reflected in a colorless movie one of the buildings ...
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A cold, prickly wind rushes and slaps my face in the face, flies up and tears dry yellow birch leaves, plays with it in the air and, like a boring toy, throws it into a black dirty puddle, in which a fence of metal rods and upper windows is reflected in a colorless movie one of the buildings ...
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Call She picked up the phone. - Village charging, we will virtually fuck "with the wire." - I have loose hair and beautiful breasts, I wiggle my hips with a tail from the cork ... my body wants your passion, I took off all my clothes and walk up to your languishing blissful body ... I slowly approach you and take your hand and direct to your ass, insert your finger in the ring on the cork and wag the ass, and you slowly hand ...
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Morning. She turned on the computer, went to the agent. Wow He is online and wrote to her again. She did not know how he would now react to her after their meeting in real life. They met, he got what he wanted. Maybe their communication will end there? But no. He wants to continue to communicate. AND...
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