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Spring firmly settled in her thoughts and seemed completely unwilling to retreat.
She always thought about sex – while she woke up and bashed in bed, while going to work and painting bright scarlet lipstick while driving to the subway, where she had to touch the bodies of unknown people in the morning crush, at work, when she watched her male colleagues, who continually ran past her desk, in a smoking room, surreptitiously watching the director of the company from the opposite office, who so sexually smoked his cigarillos, always standing in the corner next to the ashtray, on the way home, while walking in the evening city and of courseBefore going to bed, when imagined in any adventure she could participate for the last day.
At night she dreamed of wet dreams, and in the daytime from the lips, sometimes completely naked, from mere fantasies, weak moans broke down, as if someone was gently caressing her under the cover of thin fabrics of clothing.

Every Friday, she celebrated the end of her work week in the passionate embraces of the very friend who was her second man.
They were still inventing

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some kind of prepositions – either a photo, or a computer, or a new movie that could be watched.
once he even invited her to visit on the pretext of “a helicopter that he glued together with his own hands.”
They had sex in every corner of his apartment – a bed, a table, an armchair, a floor in each of the rooms, a kitchen sink, a shower, all window sills and even a balcony.
And on Saturday morning, after collecting her belongings, she was leaving home, innocently smacking his cheek.
True, on one of the Fridays, she was visiting a completely different person – they locked themselves in his room, although behind the thin wall was watching TV his neighbor in a communal apartment, and fucked so passionately and passionately that at some point they even fell head over heels from the bed ,.

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laughed and continued to copulate on the floor.
It seems the poor grandmother even knocked on their door, indignant at the noises and groans, but they simply ignored her.
It was during this period that her very first corporate event happened.
Their female team, diluted with only two males and a gazelle driver, whom she did not accept for a man at all, decided to celebrate the birthday of their general director, a charming kind bbw who loved them as her own daughters.
They rented a small restaurant at one of the hotels in the city, invited a couple of inexpensive “show-men” and their “halves” so that all this would not resemble a bachelorette party before the wedding, planning to have fun in an informal setting.
She accurately remembered that she was wearing a short, tight red dress with thin straps, black stockings with garters, indecently high stilettos and long pearl beads.
And of course, defiantly erotic evening make-up with consistently rich classic red lipstick.
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She was one of the only ones who came alone.
The rest were either already married, or gathered soon, or for some reason dragged along with them the guys who had just appeared.
One of the employees, apparently embarrassed by her loneliness, even brought with her just her friend, who she ineptly tried to pass off as a passion.
It was with him that she danced half the evening, to herself, grinning at his swollen member, who pressed herself constantly against her leg.
In the middle of the evening, when she was already frankly bored, the headmistress’s son appeared.
A tall, handsome young man with an invariably charming sincere smile, this time dressed in a sexy semi-classic costume.
She wanted him even when he was in ordinary jeans and a shapeless T-shirt, which was really there to talk about that moment when he appeared at this festival in all its glory.
She even improperly squeezed the shoulders of her dance partner when she felt the wave of desire that rolled between her legs.
One of her constant fantasies was the moment they had sex on the floor of their second, not yet opened, office space.
This desire was born in her head from the very day when they installed operating systems on new computers that were stored there.
In the morning, caressing herself with her fingers, she imagined how he dumps her on the hard floor, pulls up her dress and enters it, without any preliminary preludes.
She saw her legs wrapped around her, crossing her feet on his lower back, dreaming how she kissed his thin lips, how she scratched his back, through the fabric of his T-shirt, and even almost felt his palms at her waist. Sexy milf webcam. Sexy wife on webcam.

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