live cam orgasm In his fingers flashes a thin blade.
A beautiful female neck, a short cry, a wheeze and splashes of scarlet blood sprinkle his hairy chest.
Blood irrigates the white sheet.
The man calmly follows the bathroom.

He thoroughly washes his bloody hands in front of the mirror.
Wipes the soiled chest.
Splashes on the face from the bottle with something refreshing.
Gently combing hair.
He wears a tie on his shirt.
Comes to the phone.
Calls the police.
Reports a murder, and quietly leaves.
One after another, police cars arrive at the crime scene one after another with a signal howl of sirens.
After the carabinieri the chief of police enters the apartment.
Examining the place of the murder, he carelessly leaves traces of his fingers.
Under no circumstances can a suspicion of murder fall upon him.
He is a citizen beyond all suspicion.
Subsequently, he tries to direct the investigation on his trail, and, in the end, he himself confesses to the crime, but no one wants to believe that he is a murderer.
In Moscow, this film was a great success.
Tamara and her friend Zarina discussed the peripeteia of the painting for a long time.
A neighbor in a student hostel did not share their delight.
In Ferghana, this film was in half-empty halls.

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Here on the Indian paintings of the people of the shaft fells.
Because in them about true love and life show.
– And this Italian film – about what he? – asked Zemfira.
The film Elio Petri Vadik saw.
And I got the hint.
“Fear God, Tom,” he said reproachfully.
– Why should I cut your neck? Tickling it is another matter.
Vadik led a fictitious wife of his friend to the next rendezvous, without experiencing the slightest remorse.
He is not on the lasso behind him drags.
She voluntarily goes with him.
So she needs this mating? In this situation, both of them are driven by the dark call of the flesh.
They came to a striped barrier with orange lights.
With nasty signals, he descended from a vertical position to a horizontal one.
A woman in an office jacket came out of the railway booth.
And she stood up like an idol, holding a lantern in one hand and a red flag in the other.
At the barrier, they quietly crossed the steel rails.
The train was far away.
The danger of its approach was not felt.
“And if you had an alibi, could you kill me?” – asked Tamara.
– Tom, what nonsense? – Vadik was indignant.
– Why should I kill you? Focus better on the good.
Now we fall to Serge.
I want you to do everything silently, without prompting and urging, – Vadik, like a schoolgirl, explained her homework to her.
– We will play a one-act play in which words are not needed.

Important only glances, gestures, halftones.
– Why one act? – Tamara finished up childishly.
– I want a two-act.
– It is possible and three-act, – Vadik generously agreed.
– It will depend on you.
I warn you in advance: I will beat you.
It might hurt.
– What for? – Tamara blinked her fluffy eyelashes.
“So it’s necessary,” he said wary.
– This is a punishment for your lateness.
“I’m probably late for my death,” Tamara sighed.
If someone else heard their conversation, then, perhaps, I thought that a crazy couple was walking along the sidewalk.
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