The Best Offer My sewing machine, my own small atelier and a modest, but constant, stream of customers dreaming of finding their perfect wedding dress what else is needed to make a simple man happy? Unless a drop of love and tenderness..

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Another Way to Thank Savior It was easy to find her on the street, but I could not find out where she lived. I had to enter her house so that she would feel the horror of her situation and realize that escape was futile..

Love And Other Medicines Yes, man is can get sick, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that hes sometimes unexpectedly sick theres the trick! Today he is running briskly, young and healthy, and tomorrow his heart says adios to him, and the light begins to fade before his eyes. Its good that for such moments there are professionals in the field, doctors and nurses, ready to show up at the first call and do their job without question measure the pressure, share wisdom, give advice and a good hea

Twist and Shout In large modern companies, socalled rage rooms have recently been installed on a mandatory basis. Here any employee can at least shout from the heart and reduce stress levels. But what should top management do? As soon as the CEO enters such a room, rumors will spread throughout the company that something is going wrong, right? But this businesswoman has found her own way. She retreats to a technical room in the basement where no one ever goes. There you can yell and scream and even a bit jilling off. The only thing our lady has forgotten is that nowadays there are no places where no one ever goes�

The Anal VVitch A NewColombian Folktale Destiny… For some, this word means following ones imaginary purpose, and for others, it means irreversibility. I did not choose my life. As soon as I was born, my abuela began preparing me for whatever had in store for me... not fate, but powers most mortals cannot imagine. It was time to change from the abode of shadows to real life. It is time for osculum infame. The clock has struck, and I must remember everything Ive trained my little butthole to do

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Infinity Messy Pool The allure of forbidden fruit has always been tantalizing, especially when its ripe with experience and confidence. For a young girl, the charms of a mature man, particularly one as forbidden as her fiancés father, can seem irresistible. Hes seasoned, selfassured, and offers a glimpse into a world she may not yet fully understand—a world of stability and authority wrapped in a package of intrigue. The temptation isnt just about physical attraction its about the thrill of crossing a line, the rush of doing what shouldnt be done. She’s not just seduced by the man, but by the idea of danger and the taste of the taboo. But in the end, such entanglements are like playing with fire — inevitably, someone gets burned. After all, the sweetest sins often come with the sourest regrets.

Magic Story Of Mary Bobbins It may seem like this guy is a real sex maniac, determined to shower every inch of this sinful Earth with his seed. But in fact, this masturbating teen is a victim of dopaminergic medications that cause an irresistible urge to mate. His mommy, a rising star on the corporate ladder, didnt dare leave him home alone in such an atypical state for a healthy man, and a lady caregiver came on the scene, never once giving a care, but desperate for money... and male attention.

Tight Rider She made a mistake. No, its more accurate to say she screwed up. No, thats an understatement! Shes so fucked up that theres no adequate evaluation of her fuckup. Anyway, her boyfriend really regretted letting her take his favorite car. She admitted she was wrong and made amends. And she did it so effectively that the guy decided to let her take his second car. Let her crash it, because with such an apology, its worth it.

Gentlemen Of Fortune I was heading out for a hunt early in the morning, all geared up and ready. Just as I passed my neighbor’s place, the goon accidentally spilled his coffee all over me. Fresh, hot, and right on my jacket. Most folks would’ve called it a day, but not me. Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors. Instead of going home, I wiped off the worst of it and figured, “Why blow the trip?” The coffee stain was a great camouflage and I still landed the coveted game. Didn’t even need to spend my cash! Sometimes, life’s little screwups end up being the best luck.