heaven

Hello to all my friends, it was the first day of my second year of university. One person was added to the girls in the class. I asked my friend Mehdi to bring his statistics to me. After a while, the counting started, and little by little, the SMS game started, and we became interested in each other, and I fell in love until we reached the 2th semester. I said, "I read, if you want, we can go to our garden together. Of course, jokingly, he did not take me seriously." After 3 hours, he sent a message again. My street, I come to your taxi station, take me, ride me, I went, I rode him, I took him, we went to our garden, it was the rose-making season pavilion, it was May, our garden was in Qamsar, the rose perfume was everywhere, we sat in the pavilion, I was looking for him. I picked up their car and went to the garden to smell the rose and my crazy flowers It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon. I sat next to him and received him. In my love, my soul, only a kiss of rose perfume was wrapped everywhere. I put my lips on it. My lips were hot. I felt the warmth of her lips. I took it out, as if he put his lips involuntarily. We studied and it goes without saying that in the middle of studying, Sanam Khanoum unconsciously said and her perfume became one with the perfume of rose.