Making love with Mohammad

Hello friends, I wanted to tell you the best thing in my life. I go straight to the story of Mohammad Zaid. I have known him since he was about two years old. I went to them and asked them to go out and stay away, but he said, "Come, there is no one's house. Whenever you feel dissatisfied, go and tell me, I promise not to touch you. I trusted him." I went inside. I sat in his room as if a XNUMX-magnitude earthquake had come. I was not fluffy from that place. I put my hands on her face and neck and started to eat her lips. Wow, how delicious it was. When she closed her lips, her sweet eyes were closed. Then she told me to lie down. I did not want to hit him, I said to his taste, "Okay, he took off my clothes. We hugged each other without washing. I had a sense of calm and love in my being. I can not think of anything but Mohammad and his warm arms." When I saw my panties, I jumped to my feet and asked if we wanted to wear our clothes, but I said no, then at the same time, when he eats my lips, he rubs my breasts, and then he moves forward. He came and cleaned it and told me what you should do if you were not satisfied. I said it did not matter. I wanted you to have fun. I hugged him and kissed him. I said thank you very much. The other girl got married, it's not important and I'm not upset because she did not betray me as long as she was with me.