“Come here,” she called in a kind of hoarse voice. I went.
It's not a secret for me, you tried all my girlfriends, they told me.
She, without further ado, turned her back to me, leaned heavily and spread her buttocks with her hands. I saw her chubby halves and the anus, darkened from the poop that had passed through it for 37 years, as well as her large labia.
Maybe I would have sat there until the end of the couple, watching Natalie's actions, if not for Olka, who was sitting next to me, who poked me in the side with a pen. I quickly turned around. "What are you not writing?" she whispered to me and looked round. Natasha managed to bring her knees together and pretended to write. I took a pen and began to randomly write after the teacher, holding myself back so as not to look back again.
And then, passionately kissing his daughter, he picked up Lyuba and carried her, without disturbing the cohesion of the bodies, to the bed. There were no more thoughts, only an indefatigable desire for each other, to which they surrendered, and after recovering their breath, they surrendered again. Thoughts were jumbled in Luba's head. She was still terribly ashamed of giving herself to her father, and at the same time, the awareness of the taboo made the pleasure even more poignant and attractive.
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Maria said through a groan. As soon as I removed my hand, Masha turned to me and passionately kissed me passionately. We kissed as we moved smoothly into the room. By the time I was back on the sofa, Maria Vladimirovna was already without a blouse. Slowly removing her lacy livin, she unbuttoned her skirt, lowering it down her slender legs to the floor, leaving only her haircuts. Perfect breasts, slightly smaller than Christina's, with dark papillae, swayed as she breathed deeply. It was truly a magnificent sight. I would even say fascinating.
... We went home, because tomorrow is a working day.
That evening, Alexei behaved rather stiffly, cast embarrassed glances at me and immediately averted his eyes. I also felt out of place, so the conversation that evening was crumpled, and Alexei, citing urgent business, quickly left. My husband was at a loss, and I sighed with relief when the door closed behind the guest.
Ouch! What is this for?
I took the bottle from which I poured her before I went to the shower, but it turned out to be empty, which I told my wife about. She replied that then it would be the same as us, but less whiskey.

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Привет, мое имя Николаева Светлана Юрьевна, мой брат был расстрелян в ужасной войне в Украине. Я не осознаю свою жизнь на этой кровавой земле.Владимир Путин диктатор плавает на ворованных яхтах, живет в огромных дворцах, а мой близкий человек был убит непонятно за кого, как и гигантское количество мужчин в РФ. По этой причине хочу убить себя. Я совершу это в своем жилье, 29.03. Мое бренное тело обнаружите по адресу в Москве улица Гримау дом: 40 кв. 21. Я имею сильную надежду что в ближайшие десятки лет Российская Федерация будет счастливой, но не в войнах, а в счастливых людях. Но я не порадуюсь этому.