A special "article" was the search for a guru. I really wanted to find myself a “spiritual teacher” of a highly developed spiritually person who, having become interested in me as a promising “cadre”, will pass on his knowledge and experience in subtle spheres to me. At the same time, I didn’t really understand what exactly I should get in the end, but I hoped that after such a meeting my mental (and maybe physical) well-being would improve significantly.
Having become completely naked, my pussy was not long without a penis inside, I leaned on the table and as soon as I spread my legs, he immediately inserted his 20 cm unit into the wet hole, while I screamed lightly, but after that the kitchen was filled only with my pleasant and melodic groans. Sometimes it even seemed to me that in my pussy there was a member of my headman, and not his father. In those 30 minutes that he fucked me, I managed to experience 1 orgasm, my pussy squeezed him very hard and at the moment when I was close to the second, he, having asked permission and received consent, finished in my narrow hole, and I finished with him. When he pulled out his penis, I immediately began to suck it, as a token of gratitude, and at that moment his sperm flowed from my hole in a thin stream along with my lubricant. After a little rest and talking, as well as discussing a further meeting, I went home, scrolling in my head everything that happened this morning.
liveartbcs.com/cambodia/19-02-2022. I don't know if I'll see her again, but I would love to see her again. And if I don’t see it, then in the piggy bank of vivid memories. Another one will appear.
This time with me everything went not quite according to the standard scenario described just above. A million thoughts about sex flew out of my head, but the attitude towards Anya was completely new for me. I had never experienced anything like this before, I didn’t seem to want to fuck at the moment, but I just wasn’t ready to let her go either. I was still drawn to her, but not as usual, somehow differently, I wanted unity with her, but not on the ordinary platonic level, it was something new and completely incomprehensible to me.
And let's go to me, and continued in a half-whisper, moving closer to me, my parents left.
I have long planned to go to St. Petersburg to visit my brother: beautiful architecture, atmospheric places and interesting creative people. I myself am engaged in writing and journalism: I write short articles and stories commissioned by a local publishing house. In general, there is a pretty penny, and I'm not really worried about tomorrow.
- Isn't he jealous? Max asked incredulously.

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