The puppet opened her eyes. As I understand it, she was completely naked under the sheet. Well, maybe in panties, but nothing else. "What do you want?" she asked rudely, but when I held out the package and said that it was Marina who asked me to put it here, Pyshka stretched sweetly, almost exposing her chest. Then, holding the sheet with one hand, she handed it to her friend and took the package. The bottle glass clinked. Nodding her head approvingly, she turned around, putting the bag down and exposing her back. I closed the door in embarrassment.
- You were born today. Sen repeated more calmly and very seriously. “You see... there is such a thing, the soul. Every rational being needs it, including you and me. You need it to be aware of yourself,” Sen bent her first finger. — to feel desires, to do magic, in order to… ah, hell, this is difficult. So don't explain it right now. In short, you don't have it, and I don't. Our father is with you, he is a genius! He figured out how to do without a soul. More precisely, how to replace it with something larger. You have more than one soul! You have thousands of them! A father can disassemble someone else's soul into components, bit by bit, don't even ask how it's done, I don't know. From these cogs, he selects the best, strongest, most talented, passionate. Moreover, not only human souls are used for this, but also the souls of many other magical creatures, strong and powerful. And from these cogs, the father creates a perfect, strong, beautiful creation - a demon! Sen raised her hand in triumph. The demonic soul obtained as a result of such a merger is called Takultu. The demon is already a developed adult being, he does not need to go through the stage of childhood, like people or many other beings. Also, a huge amount of knowledge and skills have been laid in Takulta since birth. That's just all this to be in the zhuu duck mess. It may take tens, hundreds of thousands or even millions of years to realize, understand and learn how to use them. Sen rolled her eyes. “The more a demon merges with its tacultu, the stronger and more powerful it becomes. The most important thing that a demon needs to master tacult is passion! Passion is the main catalyst for our development. Passion makes us constantly discover new and new parts of our culture, as well as maintain the will to live for long millennia. Therefore, there is a lot of passion in each of us,” Sen said and unexpectedly squeezed me in her arms, pressed herself against her hair, sucked in air with her nose, bit the edge of my ear, licked my lips with her tongue, lowered her hand down and squeezed it on my ass, slightly digging into it with her claws, and began to bite her neck with her teeth, each time sinking lower. It all ended as suddenly as it began. Sen seemed to straighten herself up, put her hand on my shoulder and continued as if nothing had happened. — Passion can be different, passion is not only sex, but also the rapture of battle, power, exploration of the secrets of the world, enjoying delicious food, thrills, poetry and music!!! Self-control is of course also very important, but passion is more important. If you do not learn to control your own passion, then one day it will lead you to death, but if you limit yourself too much in your passion, you will never truly merge with your takultu and will not gain true power. If you resist your own passions, you will thereby destroy your very demonic essence and at some point you will simply die, instantly! One and you're dead! - Sen pretended to stick something in her heart, tilted her head to the side and stuck out her tongue, then continued. “That is why I am here. Any demon on his birthday is in great turmoil, and can make the most terrible and last mistake in his life - to begin to resist his own passion. Thus, a newborn demon can kill itself. At first everything went well, but then ... In general, this is exactly what you almost did to yourself ... I had to intervene. The father has been collecting souls for the birth of each of us for many years, so the loss of each brother or sister is a tragedy. I'm very glad you're still alive! Sen smiled broadly and hugged my shoulders tightly. You are very passionate! And that is how it should continue to be! Now that you have learned everything, your main task is to do whatever you want! Within reason and beyond! With one single limitation. You can't leave hell just yet. But don't worry! We in hell have everything a young growing demon needs! Whatever you want, father's powers are incredible, he will create for you any reality you want and fulfill your every whim here in hell, so you can order to the fullest! What seems like memories to you is actually the part of your cult that you feel. Gradually, as you merge with your tacult, you yourself will understand everything. For now, just keep this in mind. Any contact with a tacult, or a memory, if you want to call it that, is a good sign. If you suddenly suddenly feel that you just know something, or suddenly learn to do something that you have never done before, then a new part of the takult has merged with you. And it's great! And you can simply ignore all sorts of meaningless flashes of thoughts in your mind and certainly don’t worry about them. Perhaps you will understand their purpose in another thousand years, until you need them. Now just give in to your passion. It's best to fuck more!
I don't think it's worth it...
Then Slava realized that nothing would work on a drunken head and wrote:
liveartbcs.com/estonia/03-04-2022. It would be easier to completely get rid of these items of ladies' toiletry. It's good for me. Pulled shorts and all problems are solved. Except for one thing: the cock reacts to Valentina's falling charms properly and sticks out her shorts. Well, yes, when you sit in the gazebo, it's not so noticeable. But the neighbor flour. Having seen enough of her torment, he went up to the fence and offered to get rid of the bathing suit. And the neighbor will be pleased to look at her figure, especially since this swimsuit does not particularly hide anything, but rather exposes it. She leaned against the fence on her side and asked why I didn’t go naked myself, if I was so smart.
It's kind of like driving to Vladik. Of course, this is an insurmountable obstacle. Most likely, he is now tearing up his employees of young girls and it doesn’t blow into his mustache that his wife hasn’t been fucked all day. That's what I would give to a neighbor. It would be good for both of them and she would avenge her husband for his adventures. Valka herself knows that the husband of her gulen is still the one who will not miss a single woman, will surely fill up and tear off. And I, examining the splendor of the neighbor's body, told how I would caress her, how I would treat her so that she would like it, so that she would give it another time without hesitation.
Before that, I tried with several girls, but I didn’t get up all the time. And then, finally, he stood up. Perhaps because she, unlike them, did not "disdain" to take it in her mouth.
I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down to my ankles, then put my underpants there. My penis "escaped" out. I opened my head and looked at Galya. She, smiling, jokingly covered her face with her hands, as if "embarrassed." Then she removed them.
I decided to buy an apartment. In a house under construction. It is clear in the one that Dima is building. I met him by chance and asked, as an old acquaintance, to tell and show what and how. However, well, they have a dubak inside. It seems that this was the only thing that stopped me from throwing myself at Dimka. But still I had to endure the cold in a short jacket open on my chest so that my proletarian could appreciate the legs, boobs, ass.
Laura had anal sex cream. Deciding to confiscate it, I went through the bathroom to the next room. Despite the late hour, the lovers did not sleep.

Hello. And Bye.