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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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“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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Then she took a shower and lingered in the bathroom, putting herself in order.
Look like that’s it.
She put the razor down and spun in front of the mirror.
And I have nothing !!! Beautiful elastic breasts, bright nipples, a flat stomach, quite a bit of excess weight, which, however, most men like and is quite forgivable for a 36-year-old mother of two children.
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It was a little painful and a little scary, but the highest award was the eyes of my first man, full of surprise and immense happiness.
– Yes, – I laughed happily and ran the tip of the tongue over his lower lip, feeling like a member, inside, just deprived of my virginity, it seems to be becoming even harder, – It was.
And, moving towards him, she whispered: – But for God’s sake, put your foot more tender: After all, you are stepping on my dreams.
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“Usually, she straightens herself in the chair,” for me, this is, as I will allow, and not at your convenience, “she gets up, goes around the table and stops right in front of me.”
How do i sit down – I hardly sit, there is nothing to breathe.
– So what’s in your erotic story, and what about the thriller? I’m already starting to get bored, – she bends over, – you still have 2 minutes, – and unceremoniously examines my face.
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Let’s go boating.
Say an evening walk.
Kostya just has to return the boat.
The boat was very cool, small and compact.
When we sailed from the coast, he decided to return to the conversation I had overheard.
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Suddenly they are drunk and something interesting is thrown out? In the corridor, I suddenly wanted to smoke.
For some reason I decided to do it in a common smoking room, on the stairs with a can for cigarette butts.
Since we were located on the top floor, no one ever went up this staircase, except for plumbers who follow it to the attic three times a year.
There was nobody in the smoking room.
It was getting dark outside.
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Life is too short and valuable to sacrifice all its insignificant volume to vice.
In the end, every libertine comes to a state where reality can no longer provide him with the means to satisfy his languishing lust, and that is when the looking glass finally wins.
Hugging closer to the confessional window, I spoke passionately.
– Please, I beg you, bless me to fight.
This is my last hope.
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The crowd burst out laughing even more loudly, and Lera, too, laughed, forgetting the offense.
Then she did not remember anything, the wine knocked her outright, and then Sergei used her body a second time, addicted her to sex.
-Lerke why are you giggling, Vovchik asked in bewilderment.
-Yes, I remembered how you pulled off my pants with shorts, and I also kicked you in the balls for it.
– And I remember, then I wanted only to take off the leotard, and crawled with pants with a weak elastic band.
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When I slowly, without stopping the light touches of my hand to the silky skin, lay back, between my lips and the head with a distinct trace of lipstick sagged a thin thread of lubricant.
Now go to bed, ”I ordered, almost unable to endure the games myself.
But, Sasha keeps well, although his head, it seems, is about to burst.
Well done! He lay down, and I, putting aside the annoying cocktail, sat down on my muscular belly.
Handle, I took a member so that it fits between my buttocks, and began to fidget slightly.