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He reached out and kissed me again.
While we were driving, he kept up the conversation.
He told me that he had not lived with his parents for 2 years, he earned very good programming, he bought himself a car.
He admitted that he had long tried to attract my attention, and now he has progress.
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For this, I cleaned the insides, making a good enema.
I am almost ready, only a small part is left to get dressed and leave the house for a meeting that may change my life.
I’m so excited that I’m ready to cum from the slightest touch to my pussy, I’m all wet again.
Pulling out my “outfit” from the wardrobe, I hope I will like the Lady in my underwear.
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At school, I was teased – “Lada”.
This story began is not entirely pleasant.
One morning I was taking a shower and found that I felt some kind of pain in the crotch area.
The first thought was that this is just a cold spot, it happens to everyone.
The second, more unpleasant, that my boyfriend Dima brought me some infection (not that I didn’t trust him, but the guys are guys – all the time they don’t know where and with whom, I know that there are often more girls on the bachelor parties than boys).
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David met Mr. Owen two weeks ago when he enrolled in school and liked him from the very first minutes.
He was an older man who tried to make David feel at home, at ease.
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David, isn’t it? ”Mr. Owen smiled sympathetically as soon as he realized how shy he was,“ welcome to Fairmont, I’m sure you’ll have a good time here. ”
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I, having ceased to caress the edge of the ear, took her by the throat and, removing her face from the member, began to bring it closer to hers.
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She first licked my nipples, kissed them, then, beginning to kiss her chest and neck, began to rise to the face.
Clasping my neck and merging with me in a passionate kiss, strongly clung to me.
I put one hand on the waist, the other on the ass strongly pressed her to him.
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Zina’s hands trembled, and when she was able to cope with herself, Marina again dipped the syringe in her ass.
This was repeated three or four times.
Having thus filled her intestines, Marina put the syringe on the table, pulled on her panties, put the dress in order and took the pan and syringe away somewhere.
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He laughed, and she excited her with her fingertips and soft feet with a smile.
He raised his leg and rested her crotch.
She spread her legs and clasped his foot.
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Albina leaned back and sighed.
Elvira watched the reaction of the prantners, gently caressing her fingers, and then drooped down the tongue along her crack, for a moment interrupting her breath.
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“I must go up to me and tell me what I want on the pot,” explained Sue. “And clarify why: small or large.”
“What else!” I chuckled to myself, “She won’t get anything from me! I’ll endure until she gets tired of waiting.”
“I’m not asking for anything yet,” Vicky grinned.
“Probably have to wear training pants,” Sue sighed. “Nothing, sooner or later she will ask.”
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I called myself, she nodded, and I went out into the corridor under the surprised looks of the female employees.
– Hello, I’m waiting for you at the bottom, how to finish – go out.
I completed my business, took the bag and went out, accompanied by unequivocal views.
Still would! Here I have never been with anyone (well, not counting the incident with Veronica).
In the courtyard there was a car, Vera was driving.
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“- these words pounded in my head like a hammer.
What should I do: lie down on the bed and naively wait for the end.
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A bitch ran away, I think I’ll run after her, I don’t understand where I’ve got, ”said my tormentor from below.
Can it immediately to the torture room or to the toilet? Arrogance off her? No, let’s get her back here for a start, – on the stairs there was a slow knock of heels.
I stood on all fours, not daring to raise my eyes, and saw only the beautiful legs of the nurse, shod in high-heeled shoes.
I realized that I fucked up: “five days” flashed through my brain, “I signed up for five days.”
Angela slowly climbed the stairs and kicked me with a heel.
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First, she released a huge stream, which gradually decreased to a tiny trickle.
Pauline pisila more than three minutes, and in the cylinder was 1550 ml, 100 ml less than that of Erica.
Since Pauline was not able to withstand the prescribed 20 minutes after Erica gave up, she was not a champion.
Tamzin said that Pauline endured longer, so she should be the winner, to which Tracy said that Erica should be the champion, as she stood a little more in volume.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I could feel her mouth playing with my eggs.
Feeling that Ira and I reached the top of this mountain, Lena started massaging my eggs with one hand and the other side of her friend’s anus.
We finished together, violently and for a long time, with shouts and groans.
It seemed to me that the jet of my sperm broke through the condom.
She was a lot.
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He tried unsuccessfully to keep his cock out of contact with her ass, trying to be on the surface of the water.
But her ass exploded too, so now his dick is no longer poked, but just pressed on her.
He had no choice, so he just let the member push where it went.
Unlike his son, his mother was well aware that she was under pressure.
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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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Uncles bashfully covered with basins and especially carefully began to soap their pods by hand.
However, my aunts, looking at me, were no different from uncles.
Spreading my legs so that I’d see them wash their puffy crevices thoroughly.
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Now I was among the girls.
And at my every move, the members entered and left our ass with Liza.
A few minutes later I shot Liza and poured all my sperm into her rectum.
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A naughty friend rejected the offer, turning back, and suddenly, rushing into the pool, she kissed Maria on the neck.
They froze, for the umpteenth time.
– What are we doing ? – Just play.
Do you like to play ? -.
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I undressed and left only shorts and a thin T-shirt.
Oooh, the size of my bladder protruding above the pubis would hit you! At fifteen midnight I was in agony! Now, I frantically rubbed myself between my legs and bounced a little, but I knew that I had to endure longer in order to have a chance to improve my record.
I went upstairs and lay down on the bed, then took off my shorts and panties.
I carefully looked at the huge bulge of my bladder, lying on my back was a real agony for him, so I had to lie on my side.
I turned off the light and closed my eyes, but could not simply lie down and not move.
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After four hours of flight, Asila tried to doze off, thanks to the restless Mani fell asleep, like her parents.
The interior lights turned off the main light, leaving a dim light.
Asil couldn’t doze off, so she just closed her eyes in the hope that sooner or later she would fall asleep.
Twenty minutes later, she felt Mani fidget in the next chair.
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He wiped grease on my lips.
I realized that I was again in his power, I was ashamed and pleased, I could allow him anything, any humiliation, as if I had lost my soul and not my body.
He got on his knees and fell in behind me – put his dick into my vagina and quickly fuck me.
He did it hard, so that I did not have time to finish, but he managed to pull out a member and, coming to me from the side, stick out the gag and put the member in my mouth.
He held my head tightly, so I had to swallow a part of his sperm, and a part he specifically sprayed my face.
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I also saw that our feasts only looked at us.
About an hour later, we were tired back to the table to drink something.
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– Alex was able to make compliments.
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Not having time to wipe the member copiously smeared with Alinkin juices, I pushed him into my pants and looked down.
Fortunately, it turned out to be not one of the women who would not forgive me for simply being close to drunk Alina, but Nikolai and Serega are today’s birthday men.
And unfortunately – they heard my stirring and were now staring up.
Seeing me, they smiled.
– Oh, Sergeyitch! And what are you doing there? – and began to rise to me.
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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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My wife’s trembling hands headed back.
I saw how she, with her own hand, was trying to force the fold between the buttocks as wide as possible.
This caused me real jealousy, even anger at her due to the fact that she herself contributes with her hands, where the ring, which I gave her, was bought by buying on credit.
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He kissed me here, stroked me, put his household in – and come on, go ahead and with a song.
And it hurt me.
I don’t understand what a pleasure it is.
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Then she admitted that when I’m on a business trip, she sometimes relaxes with “him”.
It looks like when we were at dvoem and with her toy I liked go-ozrado more.
And it happened last week, now I think, maybe the truth with my wife on the weekend in Crimea to jerk? I’m probably not ready for the third one yet.
But what would look through the window.
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As you can see, I came to you.
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Participation in such a project was a good prospect for the future.
I went to the workplace, began to explore their site and look for contacts.
The project was really very interesting and useful for modern society.
I immediately remembered the story of five years ago, when the same Yuri Alekseevich sent me on a business trip, where I started an affair with an employee of one of the clinics of St. Petersburg.
It all started from a simple dinner.
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In general, I knew perfectly well what would happen as soon as I disappeared from view.
And then she also added salt to the wound, saying that Pasha had not finished yet.
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Alexey staggered from impressions, for balance he put his hand on the crane, the spinner spun, from the shock of the guy brought the icy waterfall.
The car shook, the door slammed to the side, a guy flew out from inside, quickly closed both taps, returned the door to its place.
The towel fell on the shoulders, both edges hung down to the hips, between which hung the subject of attention.
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The girlfriend danced, cursed wildly and repeated that a little bit more and she would pour it into the bushes.
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Say an evening walk.
Kostya just has to return the boat.
The boat was very cool, small and compact.
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He put glasses on the table, fruit.
We poured cognac – Well, Pash, thank you very much for your training.
I learned a lot of new things, now the head is simply obliged to raise my salary.
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– cast Flora.
With a sudden movement, she grabbed both girlfriends between her legs and squeezed their balls.
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I agreed with pleasure, and here Sasha said that she wanted to wash me, for me it was a wonder, and honestly, I missed, but decided, come what may, and accepted the offer.
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I washed my chest and back with a lathery whirlwind, and then began to descend.
Well, you yourself understand what thoughts were boiling in my head, but this did not happen, she put the mark on her hands and began to wash with her delicate hands, that’s it, just wash my boy, gently soap, sweeping her palms along the scrotum and perineum.
It was not so familiar and exciting that naturally I had an erection.