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- Dad you have no heart! - Bertie shrieked and flooded her legs, straight, like a sickened child. - No heart! No heart! - Daughter, what are you talking about? - And what else to say if you forbid me to help these people! Franz Von Kluichenbach frowned, his reddish eyebrows raised. “I already told you this is dangerous.” Among migrant refugees may be terrorists. This was reported in the news. - These are poor unfortunate people! Cried Bertie. - What other terrorists! Only Nazis can talk about them! Only racists!

Dear readers in the next 43 stories I will describe one more of my sexual adventures. As always, briefly remind myself. My name is Ilona. I am now 24 years old, and so I am a simple Ukrainian girl. Slim, handsome, of medium height, with a breast of the second size and dark hair. And now I begin my story. Valentine's Day was coming. The dorm is obviously quickened. Mostly appeared heart. Red balls of the same shape. Valentines pushed through the doors. Not to say that I am very much romantic, but what kind of girl would give up the attention of guys and beautiful courtship. I even somehow did not know at that time I had a boyfriend or not. I met, as it were, with Cyril, the brother of my group mate, but it could rather be called friendship. I was also friends with Andrew - my classmate.

Synopsis: 18-year-old futanari wants to earn money for college and the teacher who deprived her of virginity tells about the fertilization clinic. It was like prostitution, but it was the only way to pay for college. She was sitting in a fancy office opposite a woman in a business suit. Her family was not very well-to-do, and therefore she would have had to earn money while studying to pay for college, but the teacher, Mrs. Swan, told her about another option. She was her class teacher, and more than once helped in a variety of situations.

The famous doctor Mikhail Zagorodny finally gave birth to two twin girls. Having learned this, the first doctor in the city flew, as if on wings, on his merci to the maternity hospital to congratulate her spouse and newborns. They had been waiting for this solemn moment for a long time, but the well-known doctors in the city stubbornly hinted that the country children simply would not have.

“Yeah, I drank a bit today,” I thought. She called a taxi and in a short tight dress, with high heels, was standing on the porch of a nightclub and waited for the car. The mood was nasty, had a fight with a guy because of nonsense, ran out of the club and now I'm standing here freezing. And I’m guilty myself, I understand everything, but the last couple of cocktail parties made me slightly inadequate. And now the cool night has cooled and slightly sobered me. But I was still angry at the guy, really did not see what condition I was in, could calm me down and go home with me. In the end, in my 22, with my appearance and figure, I can afford small whims and tantrums. No, I prefer to stay and have fun further, goat.

My name is Ksyusha, I am 34 years old. My height is 178 cm. I am a beautiful leggy brunette, with a third breast size, elastic ass and with a perfect figure. After work I go to fitness, and then go home as an obedient and loyal wife. In all the years of my seed life I have never changed, because my husband loved me a lot, he even left my homeland for me, and two beautiful daughters were born from him. Although he was not my first one, I never tried to have sex with other men during marriage and I began to regret much after one incident.

We met in the dining room, at lunchtime; he sat opposite and did not take his eyes off me ... Approaching me, he smiled and asked: - What is a cute Jewish creature doing at the factory and why not in a white coat, but in a black robe? - I work in a thug place, and you, as I noticed in the face, somewhere in the welding shop ... His face was smeared with something black with traces of the mask removed ...

- What will it look like? I asked carefully. Oksana began to purr in response: - Nothing so special! Just, for example, I will often be on top ... and you will more often lick me ... It didn’t become clearer to me. - I like and so do not mind that you were on top. Do you miss Cooney? You can always just ask ... Oksana snarled.

Somehow I got home quite late. It happened in the fall, it was already getting dark early, but the weather was warm even for Theodosia. There is a narrow passage overgrown with trees and bushes between the houses, which are rarely used, but which significantly cut my way when I was in a hurry. - Hello, Masha.

The guys intercepted me for a hundred meters from the entrance to the hostel in which I lived ... Recently, this happened to me more and more. The fame of Masha, nicknamed Waffle (Davash's nickname stuck to me a little later), has already managed to spread quite widely, so this created more and more inconveniences. When I settled in the student hostel, gradually slipped to obshchezhnoy slut, I did not think about the consequences. At first, I just wanted sex and popularity in a new place for me, to make many friends and girlfriends. I have always been weak on the front end, especially under a degree. In a fun company, time flew faster. She gave it, she gave it after drinking ... Nothing ... Spun up into group sex ... Normal touch ... Sucked and put it in the ass for a textbook ... Never mind ..

Honestly, it didn’t matter anyway. Although it was already the fourth meeting, ours is with one married couple. It seems that everything has been agreed upon a hundred times, but I felt uneasy. Although the ringleader I spoke. By begging and inclining his wife to swing. Everything changed after his wife's trip to the Crimea. She finally agreed. And even chose our partners. - Well then? So we will sit? Let us begin.

... without saying a word, he continued to fix the fragile girl. The rope pressed a thin hand to the wooden leg of the couch, knocked out of logs, bark and boughs, which dug into her bare back. Cold silence, twilight and uncertainty very frightened ... "I got ..." - a thought flashed through her head dangled to the floor. Her hands were firmly tied to the legs, and her legs were spread apart and tied up with a rope attached to hooks on the ceiling of the basement, into which she, knowing why, went down herself half an hour ago.

Hot day was nearing noon. The fairy flew among the treetops to meet adventures, which she dared today for the first time, and from this her heart thumped more often than usual. It was both exciting and scary at the same time, because now she was flying alone to places where no one could guarantee her safe return. These small nations, which are considered to be fictional, have been living around us for thousands of years. For a long time, they have learned not only how to hide from human eyes, but also relatively peacefully coexist with each other. Although, it must be said, there were quite a few contradictions between gnomes and fairies.

- Come on, come on, drag this bitch here, now we will show her where the crayfish winter! - shouted Stas, holding his bloody cheek. Lyokha and I dragged the hands of a kicking girl down to the basement. She screamed and screamed, tried to bite me on the arm, and Lyoha to kick a sneaker stronger. Stas walked slightly in front, pointing the way with a flashlight. Finally, we went down to the basement, Stas turned on the light in a fairly spacious room. Newspapers were spread on the floor, an ottoman stood in the corner of the wall, and a coffee table and three stools were nearby.

The girl started and opened her eyes ... Her head lay on the parquet floor with her cheek, and in front of her face, a condom was lying around the nose, tied up in a knot and something else black, similar to a stocking. The crumpled plaid pressed on the ribs of the numbed body, which itched in those places where it had dried sperm and everything else that fell on it last night. Trying to understand where she was, she looked from the floor under the bed to the ceiling.

Good day! This is my first writing experience in the erotic story genre, and therefore please do not judge strictly :)) In addition, everything described here is 100% true! I wrote this story to my girlfriend. In it, I recreated the details of our second in a row on which we had our first sex with her. By the time I post the story on this site, the girl and I have long separated. I thought, do not disappear the same story :)) So...

The story has nothing to do with real events, and then who knows all of a sudden who has what was similar. I always had the strong feeling that they were watching me. It all started from that memorable moment. I came to my grandmother in the village, I was here not for the first time. Well, there I was curious. How are the girls, but how are the boys. But who did not come across this, but most of all, but isn’t it? Well, my acquaintance began at the age of five, probably, in a stuffy hayloft, where my friend Masha and I played dolls. What can I say, I was apparently more developed, once I persuaded Masha to undress. Oh, they caught us then, scolded us, as they followed, explained that it was impossible so, and let go in peace. Masha did not see that summer anymore. A couple of years passed, and already for the summer holidays I arrived in the village.

Any combination of names, events, or descriptions with real are pure chance. There is a nonstandard lexicon in the abstract. Last summer I worked as an instructor in general physical training at a sports camp belonging to the local Institute of Physical Education. My duties included conducting workouts and morning exercises. After the obligatory jogging on the territory, the students had to devote some time to classes on the crossbar, parallel bars or exercise equipment in the fresh air.

White bath slates, a telephone and a short red dress on thin straps are all that was on her from things. Lera walked along the side of an asphalt road towards the highway that leads to the city. Her every step lifted the edge of the tight-fitting dress up the thigh right up to the priests, exposing the bottom of her bare buttocks and, of course, pussy ...

For a woman with experience, young lovers are what the doctor prescribed. I understood this when I was over 30. It seems that my appearance is still quite fucking, I look younger, sometimes when I first met a man mistakenly thought that I was almost ten years younger, but I had a lot of experience, sensuality of a woman and a temperament of a whore. No, among men of my age, quite decent males come across, even 45 years old still does not put a cross on the sexual attractiveness of a man, but still none of them can match the endurance with a young colt. That ends quickly, it does not matter. The main thing is to quickly recuperate. Serious relationships with young people should not be started because of their amorousness, but casual leisure sex with observance of all security measures is the very thing.