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I even noticed how one girl gave her cavalier a glorious slap for the fact that his neck at that moment stretched out more than giraffe.
I smiled.
I knew that this “foursome” would be mine.

Having a snack (and the pizza was with shrimps), I felt a different hunger, which already devoured me.
It was necessary to satisfy him.

Without thinking twice, I took my companion by the hand and led me toward the exit.
I didn’t see it myself, but I’m willing to bet that this time a dozen of the eyes turned after the retreating sugary buns.
My pepper burned, languished.
I did not have time for a bus and fifteen minutes to her house.
Felt that a minute or two and explode, as once Vesuvius.
A men’s toilet has turned up, from which, incidentally, Dashkin was a recent fan.
His girlfriend stood at the exit and waited for her idiot.
“That’s a lucky ticket!” I thought, dragging Dasha into the toilet.
The inscription on the door has changed to “busy”.
I broke the chains, attacked the companion.
She pressed her breasts against me, passionately kissing my lips, sticking my tongue into my mouth.

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My palms did not know what to grasp at first.
One grabbed her buttocks, the second climbed under the shirt.
Dasha recoiled, trying to argue, but playful fingers had already crept under her silk panties.
Groped shaven pubis, labia flowing with desire.
They swelled in seconds.
I heard the button from her shorts ringing on the marble floor.
He pulled her shirt, exposing a white bra.
He pulled the cups, releasing the languishing chest at will.
Her opened nipples appealed pleadingly in my direction.
Dasha did not even interfere.
She independently pulled off my pants.
My cucumber slipped out of the shackles, rushing towards her.
Roughly turning Dasha, I drove, finally, between the rolls.
She screamed loudly – she was a rare bitch at all.
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