Masha slept soundly, but in the morning it was not the alarm clock from the phone that woke her up, but a loud, screaming terrible voice from the other side of the room: "FATHER US! SAVE US! GO TO HELL, LET YOU SEE THE GARDEN OF EDEN!" I shouted a kind of prayer at the top of my throat. Realizing that something was wrong with me, Masha immediately ran up to Sveta and poured a couple of bream so that I would come to my senses. "LIGHT WHAT'S WITH YOU!" Masha shouted in an almost hysterical voice and with wet eyes. "W where am I?" I asked in a timid voice. “Is everything all right? Bring water?” Masha asked in a quiet tone. I continued to look around, still not realizing where I was. At that moment I felt a hand on my forehead: “You are sick. no classes today!" Masha said quietly calming down in an orderly tone. "How is it, the second day and right away?" Masha said in a whisper.
I opened.
Okay, now.
So, the year 303 was on Fatos. Day 25
liveartbcs.com/iceland/16-02-2022. Taxi.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows slightly.
We, like true gentlemen, ceded the lower shelves to the ladies, which immediately endeared them to us. Deciding to have a bite to eat and a little drink before going to bed, we offered the ladies brandy. They did not refuse, they also got their supplies, and we had dinner together. Before going to bed, Vadim and I went out into the corridor to give the ladies an opportunity to prepare the beds. When we returned to the compartment, they were already on their shelves. We prepared our beds and sat down on the side of the shelves with our ladies.
Oral sex turned out to be Aunt Ira's real passion. She could endlessly suck my cock, testicles, lick the crotch, she loved to stick her tongue into my anus.