Oo Sasha was happy quietly cried his wife.
But I, indeed, always remembered and remember the “shameless” red-haired aunt Ira with gratitude. It would be cool if every eighteen-year-old boy entering into life, including sexual life, had his own "Aunt Ira" in his biography.
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Luckily, I didn't have time to button my coat. So, when he turned at the sound of the door being opened, I appeared in all my splendor: a fluffy blouse unbuttoned so that you could see the edge of a lace bra, a short white skirt, slender legs, tightened in white transparent tights, boots with long stilettos.
At 20 centimeters from my face, a large head still continued to be exposed and hidden behind thick skin, I saw how my wife’s hand glided by a hefty penis, which was covered in lubricant and sperm, on which a wedding ring flashed, which I wore at the ceremony for only 12 hours back…
"I saw how she ends! Lovely sight!"
“Hello again, big guy,” she said, apparently not to Glory, but to his member.