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If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke like that<br>Have you ever smoked pot? It affects everyone differently, someone gets a "ha-ha" effect, someone starts to think about something and gets really worked up about something, someone just gets high and thus relaxes from problems, and someone probably sits on it and can't imagine his day without a joint. To each his own. My friend and I are not junkies, but we like to smoke from time to time. Rather, my mate likes it, and I just like the company. He always tells me that smoking alone is a bore, and if I refuse, he will beat me. And after these words on his face always appears a smile, and his hands are already filling the cigarette with the necessary ingredients. I'll be honest, I could rarely resist his smile. When he smiles, it's like something in my stomach clenches, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Amator] and I... I'm willing to go along with anything and everything. He obviously doesn't know that, maybe he guesses, but he doesn't know for sure. I also love his car. Having a best friend with such a sweet smile and a car. it's the ultimate dream come true. If we look a little deeper into our relationship, we've been friends since primary school, even though we were in different classes. He's a year older than me, but that didn't stop us from hanging out together at recess even at school. We grew up together, tried our first beer together, ran outside the school together to smoke, and so on. I remember there was one moment that I consider a turning point in my perception of our friendship. While that's a bit of an exaggeration, you have to agree, we often see meaning where there is none. Whatever. Anyway, we were just walking,  [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Storbarmet] with him on the street, [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Suka] loitering like normal teenagers loitering on the street in their free time, and a few girls from his class were walking towards us. I didn't know their names, but I'd often seen Mark talking to them. So one of them shouted at us that we were like a sweet couple going everywhere together, and that we should get married. I hugged my friend approvingly and added that maybe we would get married soon. I'll never forget what he said to me as we walked away from those laughing girls: "If you knew how many people thought you were gay, you wouldn't joke about it. That phrase really hit me hard, to the point where I started digging into myself, and when you dig, you're bound to find something terrible. You can't just wake up and say to yourself, "Yes, I'm gay." First you have to understand all these feelings, thoughts, echoes of incipient desires, and then you have to panic. So, after those very words, I began to think about who I really am. And the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I liked Mark a lot more than just a friend. And then it got worse. Mark started to get girls, we went out together less often, and I just didn't find a reason to call him often. We were drifting apart, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. So over time, we began to meet more often, and my "grown-up" body and mind began to try to please my friend in every way possible, whatever he could think of. Mark parked his car in the yard away from the roadway and immediately took out a cigarette, shook all the tobacco out of it over the window, took out a packet with a plan, carefully stuffed the contents of the packet into the empty cigarette, twisted the tip and moistened the paper with his tongue liberally so that the joint would not burn too quickly. Watching Mark work his tongue was particularly pleasurable, his lips, mouth and to some extent his tongue were a kind of tidbit that warmed my soul and made my stomach react in some special way. Mark handed me a joint, took out his fancy lighter with the flip-up cap that burns until you close it back up, and at that very moment the interior of the car lit up with a bright flame. I put the cigarette to my lips and reached for the fire. There are so many ways to smoke weed that it would take a lot of time to describe them alone, so let's focus on one that I particularly liked. It's called "vaping." It's when one person takes a joint in their mouth, burning side inwards, clamping the filter with their lips, and exhales the smoke into the mouth of the other person, who at that moment leans as close to your lips as possible. Kind of like kissing without touching. As you understand, this method is special for me, and every time Mark exhales smoke into my mouth, I gently put my hand on his shoulder, as if controlling his actions, so that no "smoke" is wasted. Taking my first puff, I handed the joint to my friend. Mark followed my example and took a puff, and after a couple of seconds, he stepped forward to me, flipping the cigarette, suggesting that I "take it".<br>I didn't need to be asked twice, and on automatic, my hand reached for his shoulder, but at some point it landed gently on his neck, and Mark jerked a little, but didn't pull away. After finishing, we sat in the car with the windows closed, without letting the smoke out, and just "cooked" in it, until we were completely intoxicated. It didn't take much time, and then Mark's face curved into his trademark smile and we laughed. Shall I tell you what weed does to me? It sharpens and heightens my perception of anything I might be excited about at the moment, and this particular time I was looking at Mark's lips and they were turning me on. At first my inner voice said: "how beautiful they are", then a slight shiver ran through my body, my stomach began to tingle a little, and my dick it started to rise. I don't think I would have cared much about this process when I was sober, but at the moment the weight of my cock was a good reason to tense up and think about it twice as hard. Mark leaned back in his chair a little, took out a regular cigarette and started smoking, telling me something. I didn't really listen to him, I was so overwhelmed that all the words flew past me. After smoking, he opened the window, pushed the cigarette butt out of the small hole, and then closed it again, not letting the fresh air disperse the smoke that filled all the free space in the car. And it was at that very moment that I abruptly went over to my friend and kissed him. Like I said, the senses are heightened, and that touch of his lips was something unreal. They were soft, a little dry and tinged with tobacco bitterness. The kiss wasn't long, only a couple of seconds, but for me it was the longest seconds in the world. Pulling away from him, I immediately noticed the way his eyes rounded. Mark was staring at me like he'd seen a ghost, not making a sound, just staring, afraid to move. Then I decided to act for sure, and touched his neck very gently with my fingertips. The boy shuddered and his lips, which had been tightly pressed together all this time, opened slightly, allowing him to exhale, and then I kissed him for real, penetrating his mouth with my tongue, pulling his lips apart and wetting them with my saliva. Mark gave in to my manipulations and began to move his tongue too. We kissed for several minutes. During that time, my hand was already well under his t-shirt, touching his firm belly and nipples. Mark was well-built, and I had always wanted to run my hand over his stomach, which I easily did without any resistance. Mark was trembling with excitement. He pulled off his T-shirt, tossed it into the back seat of the car, and pulled the lever securing the seat sharply. The back of the seat slid smoothly backwards, and now Mark was in a reclining position, sliding his strong hand down the back of my neck and beginning to press down so that I could touch my lips to his chest. Step by step, kiss by kiss, I went lower and lower until the tart smell of a man's body hit my nose. Or rather, the underside of that body. The head of his penis was sticking out from under the belt of his jeans, giving me an idea of the overall size of his manhood. I hadn't expected this, and I briefly ran my tongue over the clear liquid that came out. Mark groaned and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, giving me more room to manoeuvre. I sucked for the first time, ineptly, assisted by my hand. Every now and then Mark put his hands on my head and pressed me down hard on his cock, holding me breathless and releasing me only when I wheezed and tried to pull away. He was both rough and gentle at the same time, and his cock was just a fucking tool. He came quickly. In my mouth. Without warning, and without making hardly a sound, he just breathed a little more intensely and pressed my head against his. I had to swallow. And when his grip loosened, and I was able to take his cock out of my mouth, and some of the cum started running down the shaft. Even now it was hard to think that he was able to fit all of it inside me. It was very big indeed. Mark took out a cigarette with a satisfied mien and started smoking, putting his trousers back on and returning the car seat to its place. Afterwards, as if nothing had happened, he suggested we stop off at the supermarket and get something to eat. I agreed. To tell you the truth, I wasn't hurt by his non-involvement. I got what I wanted. I wanted to please him. I didn't even think about mutual caresses at that moment. I was afraid that after he was done, our relationship would falter and everything would fall apart, but that didn't happen. We still talked, we still crossed paths, we still hung out in his car in the evenings. And sometimes he could just flip the back of the chair back without a word, and my lips would be clutching his cock.
[https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Cycata] 她的阴部闻起来像巧克力<br>很晚了... 我从派对上坐地铁回家 圣彼得堡地铁的黄线 我不喜欢 从扶梯上跑下来 我只想着如何不错过末班车 在最后一刻,我撞上了正在关闭的车门....  [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Lesbisch] 呼。我成功了。我急忙坐到座位上。我的对面坐着一个女孩。她的一绺黑发垂到肩下,盖住了胸....。嗯... 不知道为什么,我突然开始打量她。高... 5英尺10英寸,白色背心,牛仔短裙。腿夹在腿上。她坐在那里摆弄手机 显然没看到我在看她 我有点忘乎所以了。一定是酒精的作用,我喝了不少。她的腿真美 Mmm. 她的腿真美 修长 就像广告里的一样 她一定是个模特。我从下往上打量她 我停在了她的胸部 她显然不喜欢胸罩 但以她的胸部,她买得起胸罩。看着她白色背心上凸出的乳头,我开始兴奋起来。这真是一道美丽的风景线。突然,这位黑发美女把腿从膝盖上拿下来,坐直了。她的双腿张开在那里。我开始越来越多地盯着她看。我敏锐地发现她也没穿内裤。这让我开始抓狂。顺便说一句,我也没穿内裤。很热 裙子很紧......但至少还比较宽松。我一直盯着她的裤裆,咬着丰满的嘴唇。被她发现了 我开始考虑该怎么办 羞愧地把眼睛藏起来,还是......  [https://www.chesno.org/politician/49059/ Pige] 但她的问题打断了我的思绪。- 看来你很享受啊。- 是的,"我叹了口气说。- 那就看这个吧。突然,她把她的大腿膝盖弯曲,放在了座位上,在她自己的右边....。多美的风景啊 光滑粉嫩的嘴唇在向我招手。她的阴毛一根也没有。她轻轻地用手拉开她的褶皱,露出阴蒂.....。我屏住了呼吸。她开始用修长的手指抚摸阴蒂。缓慢而优雅。然后,她用嘴含住那根手指,用舌头舔了舔,并开始抚摸自己的阴蒂,越摸越低,一点点地进入阴道。我头晕目眩。我的头脑一片混乱。我开始抚摸自己的乳房,挤压自己的乳头。我咬着嘴唇,享受着眼前的美景。酒精和欲望开始发挥作用。我摆出了和美人一样的姿势。我开始在地下车厢的这个陌生人面前爱抚自己!这让我开始疯狂。- 到我这里来,"她的声音在我耳边如雷鸣般响起。我站了起来,走了几步。当我走近她时,我跪在地上蹲了下来。我的脸与她的尿液齐平。她的手指越动越用力。我再也忍不住了,拿开她的手,用舌头触碰她的阴蒂。她的阴部散发着巧克力的香味。多么令人陶醉的味道啊!我感到一阵头晕目眩,但我还是更加用力地用嘴唇舔她的阴核。她发出了一声长长的叹息。显然,她喜欢我做的事。我开始用舌头舔她的阴部。MM。好甜 我想爱抚一个女人已经很久了!现在终于实现了。我贪婪地爱抚着她,仿佛她即将被我夺走。我顽皮的舌头开始爬进她的阴道。我用手指抚摸她的阴蒂。- 进入我的身体吧,"她要求道。我舔着手指,看着她绿色的大眼睛,开始悄悄地进入她的身体,先用一根手指,然后用另一根手指。我的动作越来越快,几乎完全从她体内出来,然后又强行进入。她向前移动了一点,把她的另一个洞暴露在我面前。她的另一个洞非常小,粉红色的,我立刻开始用舌头爱抚它。我的女友大声呻吟起来。我们已经走了几站路,幸运的是没有人进站。虽然我不认为我们会因为有人而感到尴尬,但这种感觉实在太好了。我舔着她的小穴,用手指捣着她的阴户,但我非常想让她舔我,于是我把手指从她体内抽出来,跪在座位上,用手把她拉下来,让她的舌头伸到我的胯下。我拉起我的短裙。她舔着自己。她用双手抓住我的屁股,把我拉近她。我一直在等待这一刻!这位美丽的女士就在我的阴蒂上!我以为我马上就要射了 但是... 她不让我射 啊... 她是怎么舔的 她的舌头一下子舔遍了每个地方<br>她的手指伸进我的身体,开始激情地捶打我。我忍不住尖叫起来...... 这感觉太好了。我的分泌物似乎已经开始顺着我的双腿往下流了,他们....。但她舔干净了,每一滴都舔干净了。我高潮了。我尖叫得很厉害,情绪再也控制不住了。我们挨着坐了下来,开始抚摸对方,钻进衣服里,抚摸自己的腿。几乎同时,我们又开始抚摸自己的阴部 多么美妙啊 我们接吻了 我们更加渴望对方 我们就是放不下 但好景不长 我们到了终点站 我们必须下车 我们手牵手下了车厢 扶梯上空无一人 所以我决定再做一次告别 分开她的双腿,我开始用手指抠弄她的阴部,另一只手抚摸她的阴蒂。她的呻吟声越来越大,最后终于射了出来。我抽出湿漉漉的手指,让她舔了舔。它们闻起来像巧克力,但更多的是性爱的味道....。到了地铁站,我们热烈地接吻,交换了电话号码,并约定改天在我家见面。但那是另一个故事了。

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Cycata 她的阴部闻起来像巧克力
很晚了... 我从派对上坐地铁回家 圣彼得堡地铁的黄线 我不喜欢 从扶梯上跑下来 我只想着如何不错过末班车 在最后一刻,我撞上了正在关闭的车门.... Lesbisch 呼。我成功了。我急忙坐到座位上。我的对面坐着一个女孩。她的一绺黑发垂到肩下,盖住了胸....。嗯... 不知道为什么,我突然开始打量她。高... 5英尺10英寸,白色背心,牛仔短裙。腿夹在腿上。她坐在那里摆弄手机 显然没看到我在看她 我有点忘乎所以了。一定是酒精的作用,我喝了不少。她的腿真美 Mmm. 她的腿真美 修长 就像广告里的一样 她一定是个模特。我从下往上打量她 我停在了她的胸部 她显然不喜欢胸罩 但以她的胸部,她买得起胸罩。看着她白色背心上凸出的乳头,我开始兴奋起来。这真是一道美丽的风景线。突然,这位黑发美女把腿从膝盖上拿下来,坐直了。她的双腿张开在那里。我开始越来越多地盯着她看。我敏锐地发现她也没穿内裤。这让我开始抓狂。顺便说一句,我也没穿内裤。很热 裙子很紧......但至少还比较宽松。我一直盯着她的裤裆,咬着丰满的嘴唇。被她发现了 我开始考虑该怎么办 羞愧地把眼睛藏起来,还是...... Pige 但她的问题打断了我的思绪。- 看来你很享受啊。- 是的,"我叹了口气说。- 那就看这个吧。突然,她把她的大腿膝盖弯曲,放在了座位上,在她自己的右边....。多美的风景啊 光滑粉嫩的嘴唇在向我招手。她的阴毛一根也没有。她轻轻地用手拉开她的褶皱,露出阴蒂.....。我屏住了呼吸。她开始用修长的手指抚摸阴蒂。缓慢而优雅。然后,她用嘴含住那根手指,用舌头舔了舔,并开始抚摸自己的阴蒂,越摸越低,一点点地进入阴道。我头晕目眩。我的头脑一片混乱。我开始抚摸自己的乳房,挤压自己的乳头。我咬着嘴唇,享受着眼前的美景。酒精和欲望开始发挥作用。我摆出了和美人一样的姿势。我开始在地下车厢的这个陌生人面前爱抚自己!这让我开始疯狂。- 到我这里来,"她的声音在我耳边如雷鸣般响起。我站了起来,走了几步。当我走近她时,我跪在地上蹲了下来。我的脸与她的尿液齐平。她的手指越动越用力。我再也忍不住了,拿开她的手,用舌头触碰她的阴蒂。她的阴部散发着巧克力的香味。多么令人陶醉的味道啊!我感到一阵头晕目眩,但我还是更加用力地用嘴唇舔她的阴核。她发出了一声长长的叹息。显然,她喜欢我做的事。我开始用舌头舔她的阴部。MM。好甜 我想爱抚一个女人已经很久了!现在终于实现了。我贪婪地爱抚着她,仿佛她即将被我夺走。我顽皮的舌头开始爬进她的阴道。我用手指抚摸她的阴蒂。- 进入我的身体吧,"她要求道。我舔着手指,看着她绿色的大眼睛,开始悄悄地进入她的身体,先用一根手指,然后用另一根手指。我的动作越来越快,几乎完全从她体内出来,然后又强行进入。她向前移动了一点,把她的另一个洞暴露在我面前。她的另一个洞非常小,粉红色的,我立刻开始用舌头爱抚它。我的女友大声呻吟起来。我们已经走了几站路,幸运的是没有人进站。虽然我不认为我们会因为有人而感到尴尬,但这种感觉实在太好了。我舔着她的小穴,用手指捣着她的阴户,但我非常想让她舔我,于是我把手指从她体内抽出来,跪在座位上,用手把她拉下来,让她的舌头伸到我的胯下。我拉起我的短裙。她舔着自己。她用双手抓住我的屁股,把我拉近她。我一直在等待这一刻!这位美丽的女士就在我的阴蒂上!我以为我马上就要射了 但是... 她不让我射 啊... 她是怎么舔的 她的舌头一下子舔遍了每个地方
她的手指伸进我的身体,开始激情地捶打我。我忍不住尖叫起来...... 这感觉太好了。我的分泌物似乎已经开始顺着我的双腿往下流了,他们....。但她舔干净了,每一滴都舔干净了。我高潮了。我尖叫得很厉害,情绪再也控制不住了。我们挨着坐了下来,开始抚摸对方,钻进衣服里,抚摸自己的腿。几乎同时,我们又开始抚摸自己的阴部 多么美妙啊 我们接吻了 我们更加渴望对方 我们就是放不下 但好景不长 我们到了终点站 我们必须下车 我们手牵手下了车厢 扶梯上空无一人 所以我决定再做一次告别 分开她的双腿,我开始用手指抠弄她的阴部,另一只手抚摸她的阴蒂。她的呻吟声越来越大,最后终于射了出来。我抽出湿漉漉的手指,让她舔了舔。它们闻起来像巧克力,但更多的是性爱的味道....。到了地铁站,我们热烈地接吻,交换了电话号码,并约定改天在我家见面。但那是另一个故事了。