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I greet you again! According to your, my dear readers, I decided to write a continuation of my first story, Sex on the Second Date. This time the storytelling style will change slightly. If the first story was addressed to my girlfriend, even when we were in a relationship, now I write about her in the third person and past tense. I do not think she will ever read it. From now on I write exclusively for my readers :))

He fell asleep and woke up with the thought of her when she wasn’t near her - the one that turned his usual, recently difficult life, which had taken away the opportunity to walk, upside down. Only she, without any difficulty by her very existence, was able to reveal in him that which even to him was inaccessible. Only with her he could be himself and feel - just feel, and not understand what is happening. For the past year, they have been enjoying themselves not by anyone and not by someone’s emotions, but by themselves as a whole, because now they were among each other.

I want to start by saying that my name is Petya and I am 25 years old. I work in a small company, the schedule and the work itself completely suits me. What am I working for? It's simple, I check other people's wives and girls for loyalty. A routine check is quite expensive, but you can be 100 percent sure that your spouse is true to you. One of the days came the most common order for inspection. The manager approved him and sent the girl's identity to me.

Once a week, three bosom friends must have met in the sauna to chat about business, share problems, sometimes call girls and indulge in idle debauchery in secret from their wives. But for about a month, Serega was not particularly inspired by such gatherings. The blame for everything was the new employee who was hired by his boss. It was like a mania, an obsession. It could not be called love. Seeing her slender, chiseled legs covered with pantyhose, and maybe stockings, as Sergey imagined, he terribly, unbearably wanted to grab them, dissolve, then squeeze this strong neat little ass in his hands, tear off her blouse to free her, looking out of frivolous neckline, elastic young breasts of a 24-year-old girl and ... From such thoughts, Sergey punched a shiver, he felt excitement roll on him and leave to his office.

The following selection of reviews about me, taken from different sites, mostly on those where customers speak about whores, share their impressions, is very remarkable. From here the girls, who have not yet fallen into prostitution, learn that men will actually think about you. It is also useful for potential customers who firmly believe that the opinion of another man about whores is most likely true. Do not flatter yourself. Anything can happen. Tsytati are given with all the errors, although when I write, I also sometimes get messed up.

Both at the first and now, now at the third meeting he did not allow himself more than just to take her hand. She liked his behavior, she enjoyed, flowed and burned from one understanding that he was mocking her, because she knew what he could do with it. And he did not even hint at anything from what they had discussed in fine detail on the Internet and by phone before the first meeting.

- I can no longer, come on, fuck me, I want to cum !, viciously, through clenched teeth and at the same time excitedly, the wife said, during our next fantasies - No, until you finish, be patient a little more, I persuaded, who was standing with my beloved cancer, gently stroking her pussy and torturing me with other questions: - Promise that you will change me?

When Charlie Tucker drove to the school parking lot, he, as often happened on Saturdays, thought about how other high school students spend Saturday evening. Did he miss something that he would later regret? Crazy parties, like in the movies, when the parents left the city, and everything was plunged into chaos? Or is this type of party just fiction, and everyone is sitting at home with their computers or playing teleshoot? In the video editing room he had two helpers from the lower classes, Dinesh and Michael, and these two had a bunch of friends who seemed to go to the movies every weekend. Every Monday they discussed the new film, which they watched. Even if there were only crappy movies at the box office, they went and watched a crappy movie.

Dear readers of the site in my 48 story I will try to describe one more of my many adventures. Briefly remind myself. My name is Ilona, ​​I am now 24 years old. And so I am a simple Ukrainian girl, slim and cute, of medium height, with dark hair and a chest of the second size. And now I will move on to my story. Spring has begun. Learning was quiet. Before the session was still far away, and the students tried to do more business. I also decided not to lose time in vain and enrolled in a driving school with my girlfriend Svetka. We were not yet allowed to drive, but were taught the rules and the general theory about cars. Well, that was able to quickly make a medical certificate. Already so impatient to begin practical exercises. Kirill promised to help, but he was often busy at his work. And it was getting dark relatively early.

Well, it was necessary for me and her to find each other ... Already during the wedding, when I had to remove the bandage from the bride, I was kneeling in front of her, she bent down and whispered in my ear: - Do not lift the dress high, I am without panties ... And in this rhythm all the years of living together. Sex in nature, in the fitting room of a clothing store, in the fitness jacuzzi, in a car near the cinema. And once, together, visited the nudist beach. My wife often went in stockings and without panties to work, and spoiled me with indecent sms, like: Come to me, look at me: - P

Allowing Lyokha to speak out, we returned to Nadya. Approaching our parking lot, we walked around a large fallen tree enclosing our camp on one side. As we walked in silence, Nadia us noticed only at the moment when my shadow covered her. It turned out she did not lose time in our absence. She was lying on her back, her knees slightly bent and her legs wide apart. The middle finger of the right hand was completely in her pussy, the index and ring fingers also did not remain without work massaging wet sponges. With her left hand she was massaging her breasts, at the same time squeezing the protruding nipple, while her ass lifted involuntarily upwards, towards the caressing fingers. Her eyes were closed and judging by the intermittent breathing and quiet loud moans, she had already finished, and perhaps repeatedly.

Documentary tuned feuilleton (With elements of profanity. Children with their parents have a passport with you!) With this outgoing - in fact, already gone - in summer, when the weather decided to please the Muscovites and guests of the capital with really warm weather and hit the night by 27 days and 22 at night, I rolled in the area of ​​midnight in the desert, filled with electric light, the side of the Luzhniki Stadium and me on my scooter — and I wasn’t particularly in a hurry — didn’t seem to be puffing too much, the group of brave longborders overtook — a couple of little girls and little things three dolboyopchik. While I was deciding that it was time for me to slow down a little, to dismount and get another beer from my backpack, the young people drove a good distance and ... I looked that they had something strange there - some kind of eccentric bivouac right in the middle of asphalt. Doryvshy finally to the place of the mysterious parking of the extreme, I realized that everything, alas, was not just that - one of the girls managed to plow the asphalt with her nose, and so much that she was lying back, quietly moaning, next to it there is a pool of blood an area of ​​one and a half and a half of an adult man’s palm, the second girl rushes right there, promakat poor thing spout some tampons, well, the guys next door are marking time. “Great,” fucking! Fucking hung up! Well, I also began to dig in my bag - something was hanging out there on the topic - a bandage, a plaster - on trifles. It is a pity, but you want to help somehow. And she lies, apparently, in shock from the pain, or, God forbid, “shook”, breathes like a kitten, eyes are closed and tears flow - zhaaalko, no words!

In those days, I accidentally began working in a travel agency. There were only women there and they persuaded me to work with them - no one wanted to do so called “Weekend Routes”. This means that on Friday several buses go to the Crimea with our employees - to relax, relax and get excursions already in the Crimea.

Aaaaaaaa! Our general orgasm, cry and moan, filled the bedroom. I lay on it, pouring into her ass. She moaned through the gag. After 10 minutes, I got up and began to untie her from the bed. She lay still, still experiencing only the past orgasm. I took off her gag, sat down beside her and began gently stroking her hair. - how are you, kitty? She smiled, opened her eyes: - wonderful. - she whispered - you are the best, honey. The smile of a stupid boy on my face. I looked at her naked body. My sperm flowed from her anus, and in her vagina is still stuck rubber member. I reached out to get it.

I was waiting for her at the entrance, looking out of the dirty autumn window between the floors. The house was a typical two-story "stalk" in the old district on the outskirts of our small provincial town. Almost pensioners alone lived in the house, but not only. There was also a young family living in this apartment building on the second floor: a husband, a wife (my former classmate), and their children, a daughter, and a son. It was their daughter, who recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I was waiting. Call her Daria, Dasha, Dashuley.

Winter came unexpectedly, however, so often in our region. A week ago, I went in a light blouse, and today behind the thermometer behind the window confidently shows a “minus”. I stand at the window and, sipping hot coffee, watch the large flakes of snow slowly fly past me to cover the green grass with a snow-white blanket. Fascinating spectacle.

( It seems to me that one should not make secrets from the fact that a woman is menstruating. This is wonderful! So, she is healthy, reproductive and can fulfill her main mission. On such days, there should be a special careful attitude to the woman. Society should take care that menstruating women were comfortable. For example, in all public toilets hygienic rooms with a bidet, tampons, pads, disposable towels should be provided. In organizations where women work, there should be orders set additional walkers in the days of menstruation at the female workers at their request. And much more ... Therefore, the beginning of the month of the girl should be arranged solemnly so that she remembers this day for a long time. Then there will be public defloration ceremonies (i.e. , dedication to the pupil of the School of obedience (if you wish), and demonstration of a woman in front of sponsors and future employers, etc. I would call this also OPEN GIRL in a different way. Yes, it conveys the process very accurately. The girl is opened from all sides, determining for her a further life, full of excitement, joy from being needed and belonging, desires to be used ... She still has a lot to comprehend, learn, learn ... endure ... and this is for the sake of one thing - happiness from consciousness to be needed, claimed, and often used for its intended purpose!

I sit at the laptop and finish writing the script. Night. She is sleeping. If we were not mistaken, and now we rarely make mistakes, then we will make good money in this scenario. Only, eyes are tired, and the back hurts. And a member ... four orgasms per night and marathon sex, it turns out, lead to aching muscles and a rubbed member. And yet it was very nice. Brutal sex that would scare any third-party driver.

Games and people. No winners, no losers. Is there a result. There is only what remains after the game. He liked to talk about her, show photos. What is supposedly gorgeous. And the whole of it. But he really liked the idea that she would be fucked different. And better a few others. Actually, with this he came. It was funny to watch. The girl was really good.

Amar's friend is a billionaire Indian from Dubai, although he was a Muslim with 4 wives, but the sum went over the girls. According to his stories, he had at least 1,000 new girls a year. Well, with such money, you say, no problem. But he claimed that he lost all the girls not for money, but by passion. And there were more than half married men! According to Shari'ah, only death was supposed for it, and through stoning. He especially loved Muslim women married.