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That must have felt amazing to cum that much [url=https://lovelyspacekitten.com/glasses/topic-irq3894.php ]Spreadingpussy StockingsandHeels Readytofuck Officegirl Pantiespulledaside Secretary Glasses Doggyready Milf Skirtdown [/url] shortcake part Though I would be cautious of all the love bombing at first and getting so involved with your life before you have even met. I don’t think that screams “normal”. Gerda threw her beautiful full legs to the sides with her knees, fidgeting up and down on the protruding genital penis thrust into her crotch. She jumped on the lying Vick, and beat him on the chest with clenched fists. – Gerda, dear, Vic moaned more cautiously, not understanding her such wild now almost crazy energy in sex between them. He had never seen her like this. Gerda was much more accurate and softer in caresses. And now, she bit him to the bone. And, she rode on his protruding excited penis, like crazy. – What, you do not like hearing it from her lips. Somehow, harsh and not typical of Gerda herself. – Calm down a little, my dear through a moan, he said, again to her Darling, have pity on me, and my dick, beloved. She only intensified the onslaught and began to beat him in the face. – Gerda! shouted Vic Gerda! This is too much! What are you, really, or what! Stop! Right now! he began to cover his face with Gerd’s hands! A wild animal roar spread through the cabin of the young two lovers, which Vika finally convinced that this was not Gerd at all. He shouted in horror. You’re not Gerda! he screamed in pain under the passionate savage onslaught of Vic So Gerda never does! Who are you?! – You need to ask this, my beloved, Vic said in another already female voice, flashing the fire of hellish flame in Gerd’s black eyes. Staring at him with a wild, beastly gaze. With a look ready to devour Vick everything and entirely. And at the same moment, Gerda and her dead, exhausted by passionate sex, naked girlish twenty-year-old body, wet from the flowing hot sweat. It flew off the body of another older woman with great speed, flying out of bed and flying horizontally. Hit the wall of the living quarters of the ship. And with a loud knock and with almost all broken bones inside. The doll fell like a rag toy to the floor against the wall of their cabin. And Vic saw another completely feminine face. Very beautiful, but alien, completely unfamiliar to him.A face in curly long, snake-like black hair, loose over the shoulders and back. Large earrings glittered in gold in his ears. And eyes. Black and shrill. In which Vic saw flashes and a reflection of red flickering fire. – What are you, so screaming like a virgin! growled the wild demon sitting on his protruding genital member Yes, and your girlfriend, she’s still a whore! – Who the hell are you! frightened even more, yelled at the whole cabin, already trying to escape from the demon’s hands, Vic Get out of me you! Creature! – Earlier, you did not say that, Vic said, riding, continuing to jump on it. Spreading your legs on his protruding member Cerberus Before, you were more charming. And pleasant to talk to, my dear, Vic. Or rather, Victor. She stopped, also sitting on it, and stared into his blue, frightened twenty-year-old boy’s eyes. Dropping his both, the demon’s strong hands on his chest. Pressing Vick to the bed. Burning it with his own, that black hellish gaze, a gaze greedy for sex and blood, torment and suffering. – Well, hello, Victor growled through his teeth Cerberus. And, instantly, he grabbed Vick with his bare female hands for his bare, the same hands and stretched them on the bed on the sides. – Who is Victor ?! shouted Vic, pressed and grabbed by the demon’s arms, by his outstretched arms. – This is your old acquaintance from another world, my boy Vic said an incredibly beautiful naked woman, spreading her full legs like those of his deceased Gerda with her knees to the sides, a woman sitting with her crotch on his protruding penis. Leaning towards him with her face, and kissing him with her luscious red lips. Glittering with beautiful gold earrings. And dangling his black curly, like snakes above him, long hair descending to his frightened in panic and horror young youthful face. Swinging her own in front of his face, as Gerda did him, the full size of the fourth, large breasts with protruding nipples, larger than those of his young already dead girlfriend Gerda. “Well known to you, Vic said the demon. “I don’t know any Victor.” Vic yelled at her, twitching once again in the hands of a thirty-year-old brunette woman who had nailed him to the bed with wild eyes, as black as the darkness of space, and hungry for him. – On the contrary, you know him perfectly well, a man named Vic, or Victor said, looking at him, bared his greedy and ruthless mouth like an animal, the demon of hell. This is you, and there is Vic. You are from the past. It is you who once sold yourself to me. You sold your sinful soul. And she’s mine now. – I do not know you at all! cried Vic. I don’t know, nor any Victor from the past. And this is not me! – Yes, well, boy, my sweet one said, demon woman. Gritting his clenched teeth, continuing to fidget on his dick Well, no wonder, because so much time has passed. I forgot, so I have to remind you. When you made a treaty with me, only blood was flowing around you. Yes, death itself stood with a scythe, both in the past and in the present, my boy, Vic. My beloved and beloved. And it’s time for you to see what you have completely forgotten from all your past lives. And she grabbed his head with all his face and head open in gold rings, squeezing her fingers and scratching his youthful face into Vika’s blood. And Vic saw some unknown night village. An ancient village that he had never seen live. Only in history and books. A village four hundred years ago. And I saw an intersection, some kind of dead, cracked, dilapidated concrete in the pits. I saw the light burning from some ancient wheeled vehicle, which I saw alive only in the city museum of ancestors. That car flew past him, frightening through and through who he was there. He was that Victor. And I saw her. This one that jumped on him again and groaned, rolling her female eyes in ecstasy and orgy. The one that killed him Gerda. Her, that now, was sitting on his protruding long, childbearing youthful member. This one called him Cerberus.She also rode, having sex with Vic, now Viktor, on his protruding excited male reproductive penis, there at that night crossroads. Just like here in this living quarters of a yacht, Zenobia. “Vic saw her and saw everything. And how, he was there. And how he made that hellish agreement with this demon at the crossroads at the ancient church with bells, which, probably, was not on And that ancient cemetery, then people were dying in batches. He, for some reason, he knew this now. In his world, Vic’s world, no one buried people, they were simply cremated all over the earth. Yes, and people practically did not die. They could maintain their youth until death. Forced death, as a defense against overpopulation of the earth. And what he now saw represented the historical past of the earth. Vic remembered that he was once a certain Victor. He was much older in age, even older, than at that village crossroads, because more years passed from his life. And I remembered this woman again. He was there, in that very distant past, had a relationship with her. They met secretly from his wife and daughter. And she called herself Cerberus. . – Cerberus! Shouted a strangled hysterical Vic’s terrified voice. – He is the very, my dear, the boy hissed like a snake, the demon of the night And you have long been in my world and in my hands. – Not! shouted Vic, jerking from side to side. And he could not escape from the tenacious female bare hands of Cerberus No! Let me in! – Well, remember, a man by name, Victor? the demon said, staring his black eyes at him. And stopping sitting on it, growling like a beast. And from his female naked flexible beautiful with full protruding nipples fire and smoke emanated from his chest in his face. Smoke spread throughout the cabin. The hands of the demon of the night fell on Vic’s chest, and sank into it with sharp, already protruding, crooked claws. And to the elbows they were covered with the scales of a serpent. Vic screamed even harder in pain. And I saw in front of me a huge one with red eyes. At some bridge, across the river, in what seems to be a huge dungeon, a three-headed dog. And the dog, bared its sharp long bloody fangs on all three heads, spoke to him. – Well, what did you remember, remember everything, a man by name, Victor? Didn’t miss anything from my memories. It’s you, the fault of everything that happened there, in the distant nineties. It was you who did it all, a man named Victor. This is your desire to change everything. Everyone around and their lives led to this. And Vic saw himself in the life of a fifty-year-old billionaire. And I saw how he was doing business. And he counted the money. And I saw my factories and banks. And cranked deals. With some people, the same class as he is. He saw his family. Wife Irina, and daughter Lenka. His accomplices in the bloody business of the nineties in a destroyed country called the Soviet Union. I saw myself at the age of forty. I saw everyone whom I once had to kill because of money and the redistribution of spheres of influence. I saw everything that was happening, once upon a time, a very, long time ago. I saw everything in the past of the war. And much more. And the most important thing. He lived there. And at the age of forty, and at the age of fifty. And he saw his guards. And his murderer and traitor bodyguard Nikolai. And, everyone, in his huge country house in Miami. And what’s there? – asked Andrey, who was compiling a list of things for the trip, not forgetting toys for love pleasures, which were first put off so as not to forget them in a hurry. , however, at first my daughter was still ashamed of me when they undressed. But then we sat down mentally and drank wine. Frankly, we were pretty with her after the cognac. So, in order of frankness, Ira told me that Seryozhka told her that he was spying on me in the bathroom. It turned out that our curtain in the bathroom does not really cover anything Seryozhka walks on purpose under the pretext of a toilet in order to catch a glimpse of me in the reflection of the mirror. When I asked what exactly he saw, she replied that Seryozhka told her that it was like everything! Although the fact that he just “everything” in my bathroom saw it under a big question. Maximum chest and maybe my shaggy triangle under water. And then, if you’re lucky. There is still a small layer of foam. So here he probably bends in front of his sister. But all the same, the news is interesting! I, of course, “angrily” expressed my displeasure at such a “blatant fact” for the sake of decency. I told my daughter that I would be more careful now. And, most likely, I will completely forbid Seryozhka to come to me now. But Ira asked him not to scold, so as not to betray her! I had to promise her that I wouldn’t. They say that it is a matter of everyday life – which only does not happen in a family.Like, all the boys at his age are trying to spy … And my daughter also praised my intimate hairstyle and figure. Maybe, of course, it just happened! But for some reason I got the feeling that Ira is not completely indifferent to the female sex. Although, I noticed to myself that the naked daughter was so pretty. I’m ashamed to admit, but even youthfulness and our pampering in bed with a college friend came to my mind. Before going to bed, my husband demanded from me a detailed report on how naked Ira looks like. The details I have outlined excited him so much that he fired up the idea of ​​somehow spying on his daughter in the bathhouse. At first we thought about hiding the old video camera in the steam room. But then this idea was abandoned too noisy, it buzzes. Then I suggested that my husband try to make an inconspicuous hole in the wall of the steam room and peep through it. Dima was immediately inspired and immediately ran to the bathhouse. When he returned, he said that he had arranged everything in the best way. It turns out that there, almost at the very floor, on the door to the steam room, a narrow crack has already appeared due to the slightly parted boards. Dima pushed the boards a little from the bottom. I twisted something there and made the gap wider. He said that she was almost invisible there, and the review was good. The main thing is that I don’t block Ira. I promised my husband that I would try not to obstruct and arrange everything in the best possible way. We agreed that I would need to put Ira’s basin in front of the door to heighten Dima’s pleasure. And our Ira is really pretty. With her partially shaved pussy (there was only a vertical strip a centimeter wide with short hair), she looked as if she was not even 18 years old. And in the dressing room, this strip, this strip quite clearly even so clearly shone through thin panties, to the obvious pleasure of our men surreptitiously spying on her. After consulting, Dima and I decided not to take our son to the dacha next time in order to stay in the bath only three of us with Ira … P.S. from the author. “Family Story” is written based on real events in the family of one of my readers. I’m not going to come up with plot moves and what was not in this family in reality. And, of course, the following parts of “Family Story” can in no way be ahead of the course of events in reality. So let’s be patient and just wait for further events in my family .
