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In Feral’s blue eyes, she read the question.
What could she say? What is afraid to fuck? So he will take her for a dynamic.
“No, Feral.”
Not here.
Not so, – she glanced at the heaps of garbage.
He stood, thinking, then nodded.
He put his hand in his trouser pocket, took out the key to the motel room.
– When you find it necessary, come.
I’ll wait.
She knew that she should feel guilty, but her conscience practically did not reproach her for the fact that she drew a line under the five-year relationship.
She studied familiar features, marveling at the emptiness that reigned in her soul.
I tried to remember how well they were together, before boredom and indifference drove the passion out of their life together.
A headache began to hurt.
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the pleasant memories, but she only felt a desire, rising in her like a wave of a twelve-minute storm.
They spent together if not perfect, but not bad years.
At first, she did not object to long home evenings.
After countless meetings and partings, many of which left only suffering, she even liked not to get drunk every weekend.
However, although her former lovers were distinguished by an enviable inconstancy, sex with them combined walking on hot coals with a dip in the Arctic Ocean.
She was saddened that sex with Mike lacked an extra thrill.
She hoped that in the course of living together not only they, but also their sexual appetites, would get better.
His – to increase, her – to decrease, until they reach harmony.
Two years later, Sina marveled at the fact that they had reached the level of stagnation, to which her parents had been going out for twenty years. Webcam girl squirt.

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