My fear

Born on July 74, 92, big black eyes like a cat with a round face, made by a doctor's hand, and a small, thin table with a completely normal body. I never wore my shorts, not because I hated it or because I was a saint. There was no reason for that. I was not going anywhere with my boyfriend, I did not dare to get married, I told my mother I had to do something, she said a sentence that I practically forgot that your face was finished, I went down for a while, I was alone until I saw her at a guest, she was OK in all respects. However, the last time I counted my guest, I wanted to offer him with both hands. Four months had passed. Our relationship was over. I opened my eyes and said I don't know, he came to me and put his lips on mine. He started sucking, his work was great, I relaxed, I ate his lips and I bit him, I kissed his whole face and I listened to his ears, he just watched me cold I saw him, I broke up and went out. Saman Mahshid, didn't you say that your fantasy is that you have rough sex, if you don't say that you have masochism? I didn't answer. I was shocked when he grabbed the sofa and pulled it after him. I shouted, "Let me go." It was done, but its large body would not even allow me to move. It was good that it ate my lips and neck. I jumped from the cup and said no, he laughed and threw his body away Shit, my hand was in the middle of my leg, Kasmo was holding my whole hand, I put my hand on my face and started crying again, not because of his behavior, because Razm had leaked my pants and shorts together. I did not have to look, Saman Mahshid, look at me for a moment. Well, when I told you that I did not want to go this far, it was rubbish and my make-up became more intense. His finger was wagging his clitoris and he was sucking in his groove. I was Meng, he lowered his head and kissed me in the mouth. And you gave me what I had never done in my life, I was satisfied, Saman Mahshid is crazy, I love you, I do not hate you like this, your heart burns,