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I want to share my story, which happened to me about five years ago. To avoid compromising evidence, some details of my story will be hidden, and I will take the pseudonym David.
The pussy was almost shaved, aft of a thin line of pubic hair. The skin was warm and velvety and I could feel her labia puffed up and wet. My finger slipped and ended up in a pussy. She reacted to this with a slight movement of the pelvis up towards, which helped the finger go even deeper. She threw her head back and, without looking at me, unzipped the knot and pulled down my shorts. Since I was sitting in a T-shirt before her arrival, this did not bother her and she left it on me.
I love you.
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Later, Igor collected his things, and in the morning they were already going by taxi to the airport, some time after landing they reached the hotel.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" storming through his head, he held her close to him as tightly as he could. And only one phrase froze in his mind “If this is a collectible doll, then only mine, and only in a single copy” …
Oh, Alex… You just break my heart. And my daughters. Perhaps you noticed that they liked it?
On the street, I, still not thawed, was picked up by a rather shabby little man, right out of his jeep. I sat down to him, it seems only because there were 100 meters left to the Boy. I dragged him to a restaurant, gave him a drink, fed him, decided that he would dance. Well, in general, she allowed herself to be dragged to the hotel, where she was and danced. It turned out to be small, of course, there was no desire to even take it in my mouth, but I still got an orgasm with the help of my fingers.
He called Vitka over the weekend to help his mother-in-law do something in the village. The wife and daughter are warming their sides in the sun in the Crimea with relatives, the weekends are free, they also asked the boss for a couple of days off and drove off. An old car cheerfully rushed us to Vitka's mother-in-law. I don’t know how one on one, but with me, my mother-in-law showed herself to be a normal woman. We arrived after work and therefore she drove us immediately to the bathhouse, then to the table. They drank and had all sorts of conversations. My mother-in-law and I found common interests, I’m a village guy, Vitka is not like a city dweller.