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He was blown off the roof, and she flew off somewhere after the rattling train, he licked a finger and pushed me in the ass, and then, without a doubt, shoved a member there and it was painful, – I cried out, I would break it, – he roared somehow completely dead In a maniacal voice, I chose to accept it.
Especially since he had been smelling my masochistic nature a long time ago and he knew that I liked it.
Yes, I like it.

I like that he uses me, that he has me as he wants, and not as I need.

That he practically rapes me, fucking in the ass, so it hurts me and well.
Well and painfully, I don’t know what comes first, I squirmed under it like a caterpillar on a cabbage leaf – yet.
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Another little bit He touched the clitoris, pressed lightly.
And I finished, right away, before my eyes were clouded, Vladimir pulled out a member and lowered a rather abundant flow to my face and neck.
Absolutely devastated, I lay naked on the reeds, smeared with sperm like some kind of village whore.

Vovka was standing above me with a completely hilarious look – with a cigarette in his mouth and a sagging penis looking dirty and obscenely over his flat pants.
– get dressed, and then become ill.
– advised.
Bent down.
Gently rubbed his lips.
Stroked my stomach.
On the chest, squeezed nipples with his fingers.
caring, his mother.
Well, until then caring.
Behind a small-scale veil, the dimensions of her husband’s car shone.
absurd, fucked by his friend, a man whom he considers his friend, right on the opposite bank under the crash of passing freight trains.
Theater of the absurd – I rather giggled, pulling on raw jeans.
In the boat, I lay back, exposing my face to cold drops.
harrrasho.
oh harrrasho – I think we have compatibility – I said philosophically.
– exactly, he responded – emotional.
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