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Ira’s face was all red, her condition gave me excitement.
For a minute we stood like that, then I took a cigarette from Ira, threw it out and pulled her t-shirt off over her head.
Left naked, Ira began to cover her chest and pussy with her hands and look around, then quickly ran down the stairs to the apartment’s doors and disappeared behind the door.
I quietly finished my cigarette, Irishkina t-shirt hung on the railing and went into the house.
Ira was standing in the hallway, giggling and clasping herself with her hands a little shaking.
“what did you leave your t-shirt on the stairs? Go take it”, “why are you Dean, I am afraid:” “go” and I opened the door.
Ira peeked out the door, looked at me, and tiptoed naked for a T-shirt.
Further more, the wine ran out, 9 pm, it was decided to buy a second bottle.
I went to the shop next to me in shorts and a T-shirt before, Ira put on her dress, but on a naked body.
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