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He really made me his slave son: he demanded that I call him father or dad, he called me son.
And I really liked it.
Almost every weekend I went to him, where he arranged for me sessions of depraved sex.
Often, I just sucked him almost an hour – at this time he caught the buzz, caressed his nipples and actively commented on my actions.
– So, pidorok, yes.
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but there he was rejected and he bought a chaburek, went to cry quietly for the watermelon tray – there was just a bunch of kaprofagov devouring shit and products of human activity.
they shouted some strange spells in an orgasm attack, and he ran away, forgetting his stick, which he had not.
behind him a hairy hand fell on his shoulder.
he turned their heads were three.
They threw a cloud towards him, and behind him a huge hairy Georgian Vakhtang Oherennoshvili was tearing !!! With one hand he held his left breast, and with the other he held the leg of a ram and guzzled it loudly.
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“I wanted to warn you,” one of the young mothers laughed behind me.
“And really walked with such constraint, as if about to crap one’s pants,” another agreed with her.
Turning carefully at the women discussing me, I blushed even more from their indulgent smiles.
“I knew that your stubbornness would end with this,” Sue grumbled, getting up from the bench and heading towards me, “Why didn’t you go to the pot at home when you were asked about it?” Pursued by another strong urge, I looked down in embarrassment and finally giving up, began to write, feeling how characteristic heat quickly spread between my legs.
Unlike the diaper, it was just awful to stand in wet and dirty training shorts.
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When he was already in her mouth, the guy said, “Oh, here and for me there is a place,” then he glanced at me, grinned and added: “But for him there is no!” All five sniffed, three of them did not stop at the same time to warp their members in the holes of my girlfriend.
For those two who have already taken advantage of her holes, the members have risen with a new force when they wait for their turn, Nadia will be allowed into the second round, so she really is not up to me.
Bearded, enjoying Nina ass, moved to her mouth, that bull, a member of which she sucked, happily gave him a place to plunge the trunk into her designed anus.
All these movements Nadia perceived quite calmly, by and large, she didn’t care who sucked who and where she was fucking, the main thing was to fuck her thoroughly.
Bearded stiffened and began to cum in my slut’s mouth, and she meekly swallowed everything he merged.
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But now, I suddenly felt strangely fluttering inside, as if my body gave some kind of response to the unexpected appearance of these guys.
Well, ahem (I coughed embarrassedly), then not very often someone appears.
I myself come a couple of times a week and have not met anyone this month.
Yes, of course (the athlete continued smiling), because you yourself came here.
It seemed to me that in his eyes I caught some kind of predatory gaze and a pause immediately hung in the air, which the second interlocutor interrupted almost immediately.
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Feeling that they could not stand it anymore, we put our wives in the car and headed for a friend’s house, because he was much closer to ours.
Arriving at the “base”, we unloaded our sluts and escorted them to the apartment, where they were waiting for new tests.
A friend possessed a pack of purebred dogs, which we offered to fuck our zoophiles.
True, here we had to work hard – to put each wife in the pose of “cancer” and to send dog members in their cream-smeared holes.
After three to four attempts, the dogs adapted to the unusual sex and fucked our little wives in full.
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For about half an hour they were talking about something, then the music ended, the people gradually reached for the exit.
Dasha was a little confused – there was night in the yard, she seemed never to be alone in the center at night.
I’ll give you a ride, ok? She easily agreed.
Kirill caught the car while she stood aside, gave her address, then opened the back door for her and sat next to him. Indian teen on webcam. (more…)
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You know how we Tolik.
Well, we constantly swear.
– Yes, I already noticed.
– Come on, you lie down with him.
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Immediately after these words, I squeezed the enema pear with all my hands with all my strength.
Its content under high pressure gurgling entered the intestine of Tonya.
The girl moaned softly.
“Here is a dachshund!”, I rather grunted and dragged the tip from the bum of the child.
Then I squeezed together the hemispheres of the priests of the girl and said: “Lie, Tonechka, calmly 5 minutes and breathe deeply with your mouth.
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Vika once again went to dance with Vova.
They were not more than half an hour, but Sasha and I, absorbed in a drunken conversation, did not even notice.
But when they appeared, one quick glance at Vika was enough to throw me into the sweat, despite my semi-incurable condition.
On her little skirt, right on the spot of the pubis, there was a dark wet spot.
She immediately kissed me on the lips and flopped next to the chair.