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So you like to play with a man before he inserts you? Dangerous because. So to see how you are at me, slyly fuckingly estimatingly right in the eyes, then down the figure and again into the eyes ... smile, and wagging with delicious ass and slender legs under such a tight skirt just above the knees, try to leave? Well, you and a bitch ... and even in my taste ... you are under thirty years old, probably ... and on a figure you can give it to a little over twenty ... and clothes, hairstyle, make-up everything is in place, decent, if only you didn’t see your look ... and a stupid whore, lustful bedding ... and you yourself know whom.

The last frames of the movie “Call 2” were on the screen and Anya turned off the TV, the film was really scary, and the parents would never allow the girl to watch it if they were at home. But they went to the boarding house for the New Year. And they left her daughter, because she had to prepare for exams in the 18th grade. Like any normal person, Anya, delighted at the absence of her parents, immediately threw the textbooks deep in the closet and decided to have fun. Her friends were not in the neighborhood closest to her, because he studied in a good school in Moscow, and she lived in the suburbs, but her lessons were so long that she simply didn’t have to look for friends outside of school. However, now there were no lessons, and Anya bought herself a film, she loved horror films very much.

Circumstances can generate completely unexpected actions. My eighteen-year-old son, Alain, had a serious car accident, and this circumstance put me in a situation I could not even imagine. Fortunately, no one was injured. A couple of weeks with various minor wounds. Alain left the hospital. Both his hands were wounded, and this made him completely dependent on me.

My wife and I are already over 40, my wife Lenochka is small, slim as a girl, but she loves sex for three all her life. For 12 years of sexual life of MZHM, we were so drawn into it that we already had a constant search for new big, beautiful members who can swing for 3-4 hours, despite the fact that we had one for MZHM and she has three lovers.

The morning was promising. Yesterday, Svetka, my wife went to the hospital for preservation. Within a month must give birth. Well, on this occasion, I decided to make a great drinking party. As usual, after taking a shower after charging and pouring my coffee, I got a job at the computer, and began checking mail. There was nothing unusual, and only I was going to turn off the computer as the message about the new letter squeaked. The letter came from a nameless user and I wanted to throw it into spam, but my eyes caught on its size as much as 2 GB and I clicked on the view.

Three maidens, taking wine, They sat for a drink by the window. Drank vodka with beer And, as usual, chatted - Who would you like to be, And how easier life is to live. The conversation was banal, Quasi-semi-sexy. The girls are all like picking up - Crap Chernomor, All used his brothers sea In the trash would go out, exulting. Word for word, dreams Curled around p # hello ... I would be born a mare - Said red-haired girl - Has got horses herd, Having spat on all taboos ... Let e ​​# whether in the tail and in the mane, Like a playful mare. Than suck guys Better with a couple of horses, I used to frolic in nature Without panties and without reins. And fat girls have a whim - Dreamed of a page There was always and everywhere close She caressing ass ass. And as soon as she needs - Have a page already elda Ready to shove And the girl reason,

I was a virgin until I was nineteen. The very first man in my life became a friend of my mother's and his friend. My parents broke up, but the mothers were allowed to see me, so we met every first weekend of the month. I didn’t like these dates very much, as she was almost always either drunk or stoned. And I was also forced to drink, considering it in the order of things.

Yet there is a charm in the West Belarusian village in the potato harvest season. Usually, you wake up from a cool, but blinding sunbeam, which, making its way through ripe, heavy yellow plums in a well-washed window, moves up to your eyes, like an arrow pointing to a marked digit. Only instead of an alarm clock - a light signal to sleepy eyes, which cannot be appeased by pressing a button. And although today is Sunday, and however much you can indulge in erotic dreams, nothing can be done, the act of awakening took place.

I came to the bar. Today there are quite a lot of people, pleasant twilight reigns and live music plays. I walk to the bar and order whiskey with ice. Not far from me, a very beautiful brunette with long straight hair is sipping her cocktail. A short white top fits a large, appetizing chest and shades its caramel skin, and a high slit of a long skirt opens up stunning legs and a tattoo on the ankle in the form of a rosary. I catch her look, she looks at me without stopping.

Anton met Victoria in a nightclub. She was wearing a tight-fitting black dress, and her strong, confident face was decorated with expressive, bright makeup. Undoubtedly, she was the most prominent girl among the rest, so Anton immediately paid attention to her. He asked their mutual friend to introduce him to this mysterious girl. Throughout the following week, Anton looked forward to the appointment and imagined how this would happen.

Came home on time. There was no wife yet. “Probably lingers after the concert. They usually, in a narrow circle and over a cup of tea (meaning a good wine or tonic liquor), are listening to new products in the music world. Creative individuals urgently need to communicate in a relaxed atmosphere. After all, it is in her that new long-term plans are born. ” These thoughts calmed me somewhat.

Husband. Vitali. 25 years. Slender handsome, not mature, paying more attention to online games than his wife. Terribly infantile and not adapted to everyday life. Women sighed at him, but he remained faithful to his wife - the first one who firmly said to him: "Let's get married." In the south, complained about the sun, almost did not tan.

My boyfriend and I decided to go to the premiere of the film “Sex in the Big City 2” he walked at a rather late time, at 11 o'clock at night. It was summer and quite hot, wearing a miniskirt and top with sandals, I ran out of the apartment, Anton was waiting for me at the entrance. We rushed off. At the checkout and went to the cashier and began to buy a ticket. Behind me, Anton came up and clutched tightly in his ear - I want you. Taking the tickets, I pushed him with the words - but you can't behave more decently? People are looking at us.

It was summer, I had a fight with my parents and left in shorts. The clock was about 22:00. I knew that in the next house in the basement there was a bum who can hardly be called a bum. He had electricity in the basement, a plasma telly, a huge bed, an armchair, a computer, and a bathroom, it was immediately apparent that he was washing, I decided to go to him. I got to the basement, knocked, he opened the basement and said: “Che is a beauty”.

It happened like that in the summer of my office romance. It all started quite prosaically - with communication in the social. networks. As we had a rather large enterprise, and before virtual acquaintance we met with it only a couple of times and did not know each other closely. We talked for some short time, and as usual it happens, as a result, conversations have gone down to erotic topics.

I like to watch. That's the whole point. In women, I am primarily interested in sexuality, I am not original, and I love high blue-eyed women - that’s my wife. She always pleased me with the opportunity to admire her slim legs, her hard ass. She is beautiful, her pussy is always clean shaved, she is skilled in sex and very depraved, for which I love her. In turn, she is quite satisfied with such a husband, who will only be pleased with the classic scene of the type ... he comes home and finds his wife in an interesting position on all fours between two or even three males. We understand each other and use this life to bring joy to each other.

My name is Oleg, my wife and I have been together for 6 years. Two kids had no effect on the figure of his wife. Dark skin, long shiny hair, burning brown eyes, mouth-watering lips and elastic buttocks. We work together, a private business in real estate. She takes people in the office, prepares papers, and I'm on the road. Everything was good, not bad money. Once he returned to the office from the next meeting with a client, as usual, he kissed his wife on the lips. But something was wrong ...

This summer, my wife and I got trips to a sanatorium. I will not tell you how and for whom it was necessary to kill for this)))), but the fact is a fact. The sanatorium is not simple, but on the shores of the Black Sea, in Sochi. Check in late August. Children have already grown up, they don’t need to go to school, so they took time off at work and on the train. They arrived as quickly as possible, apparently because of the alcohol they took with them. It seems not booze but the ride was fun. Upon arrival, we settled in the room assigned to us under the slanting glances of young men. Mol found where to go with his wife. But we are still well together, so do not care for all of this. Of course a good company can not hurt. In general, for a normal sanatorium, everything went formally. What are the desired procedures? What time? And a menu for food. The rest is up to you))).

I left the restaurant and, lifting my head up, filled my lungs with fresh, already winter air. I would never have thought that after 5 years of law studies I would have to work as a waitress. But still, nothing to complain about ... the interview went well, the receptionist is a very nice woman, the waitress girls with whom I had time to talk were very friendly. A high level of institutions guarantees not the lowest salary. Yes, and career growth has not been canceled. There is only one thing left. You need to pass a physical examination and get a health card.

In recent years, our family proceeded along the usual channel. I worked, Elena was absorbed in her college, where she taught economics. Once, after an active "newlywed" period, our sex life gradually began to decline. That spouse affected the patient, I did not show much activity and it didn’t even strain us too much. Five years ago, when sex completely disappeared, we even went to different rooms. I even ceased to perceive my spouse as a woman and my desires were directed exclusively towards others. And what my wife thinks about this topic, I did not even bother. She never suffered from nymphomania and this is very mildly said.