behind porn camera I get more buzz from such affection than if they put two members in me.
And the Writer loves in position 69 when I’m on top.
And then I suck with pleasure, and he licks cool.
But for some reason they both love bands.

An artist, for example, once led me into a company of five men.
As usual, drunk and let in a circle.
Fools, rubbed everything to a freaky crimson.
Even in the armpit and fucked in the popliteal fold, as if I really was some whore.
Well, in the mouth, well, in the ass, well, I understand that.
But in the armpit and under the knee !? And the Writer somehow, besides me, invited two more girls.
They drank, the Writer began to amuse with me, and the girls disappeared somewhere.
Then came both with strap-ons.
One lay back, I was seated on her “member”, the second I pushed my ass, and the writer – in the mouth.
The girls ee me, and the Writers themselves ask: “Give us your slut for a week, we will fuck her properly.”
I got cold, but the Writer, thank God, refused them.
Well, today, at least, only two “bayonet”.

I went to my friends’ room, carrying in my arms a skirt, blouse, blouse, bra, panties, stockings and shoes. alessandra webcams model femida
The writer and the Artist were speechless.
– Ltd!!! YOU !!! The writer took away my clothes and shoes, threw it all into a chair (izomnet, asshole, izomnet all! And the shoes on the floor crashed!).
The men promptly undressed and threw their shoes and socks to the floor, and pants, shirts, and pants to the second chair, untidy.
The first was already taken by my possessions.
The writer put me on the sofa with cancer, spreading my thighs with his “rake”, and together with the Artist, they began to sniff my holes like dogs at the bitch.
When the Writer grabs me by the bare thighs and pushes them apart, it always seems to me that he will tear me in half and start eating like a chicken, my thighs, ass and pi ## y.
And now the humorous struggle for my body has begun (Who will be the first to plant?).
The writer awkwardly collapsed from the couch.
The artist immediately piled me on a rookery.
His hand strove for my cherished “flower”, and I, knowing that the light resistance “turns on” the Artist, squeezed the legs.

But he was stronger.
Without pretending to the fame of different Hans, such as Anderson or Brothers Grimm, I decided to pamper you with a fairy tale.
From folk words recorded by Butcher Znachitsa so.
Once upon a time, there was a world in Kuevo-Kukuyevo, in the thirtieth kingdom, a grassy state in a hut-rottenness girl Luhertia.
She washed the troughs, trimmed the piglets, milked the goats, in short, beat her with the key.
However, by the age of seventeen, Lukheratia was living in a wobble.
The village is small – only four sobering centers, and she was tired of eating Garlic with a salsa for a snack, I wanted to drink a strangely unseen name under the name Absinthe to try.
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