The song was my closest friend. We also sat in the next class. There were 16 salmon and none of us had boyfriends. I called him on the holiday to ask how he was:
- Hello.
- Hello and snake venom!
- What, what did you do, did you boil it again?
- Yes, I want to know why we are so out of supply. Let's throw some dirt on our heads here, but let the spell break.
I was at their house half an hour later. He was sitting in his room, scratching his palate. He had thrown his limp out, so that the crotch of his shorts shone clean and hairless. It was clear that he had reached himself.
- I want to play boy, but I'm afraid alone, you have to help me.
- How?
- We are going to get stuck in one street. I want to know what it tastes like, I died praising and cooking more than the others. Aren't we less chimpanzees? We do not have what we have. I wish that Mashallah!
- You understand what you are saying, you better control yourself, come down from the devil's donkey.
- Now I'm going to take a bath and clean, if you are on your feet to come, otherwise at least "lick my back.
As if hypnotized, I went to the bathroom with him, maybe subconsciously I wanted to go with him.
We wet ourselves under the shower. At first, he lost his temper and gave me a razor. After a few minutes, a pair of clean peaches was ready.
- Wash me, I wash you.
He washed me with soap and water. Especially with Kasmo's palm and chest, he rubbed his cheeks and he was feeling well. In fact, the hand of another, even if he is gay, has a different mood. I had been with myself many times, but this was a different situation. It so happened that I wholeheartedly agreed with the boy game plan.
Half an hour later, two insect girls were waiting on the street. With ordinary clothes that do not have a sign. Instead of pants, we just wore a pair of stretchy leggings, knees up, pure Ron! After ten minutes, the target braked in front of Pamon. A handsome young man with a dignified demeanor. We were supposed to be someone who is not dangerous. The first song got on and I sat next to it. My heart is pounding. As soon as the two of us sat in front, he fell on his side.
- Where are you going?
- Azadi cinema. They say his movie is good.
- What happened, I was also going there, looking for a foot!
He took a can of chewing gum from the dashboard of the car and complimented us. Gum spilled on the skirt of the song.
- Excuse me, I'm collecting it now.
And under this pretext, he put his hand on the foot of the song, for example, "he was collecting gum. The song laughed and said: there is no problem and he took her hand and put it straight on her. And until we get to the cinema, all of them are rubbing each other. The last row in the cinema was empty. The boy sat in the middle, we were on both sides. He threw the coat, then it was under one hand at my feet, one hand at the feet of the song. Ronamo rubbed slowly until he came up and put his hand on my pussy. He caressed her a little and then started to provoke her with his finger. I was fainting. My shorts were wet. Then he put his hand in my shorts. His finger skillfully moved up and down the gap. One was playing with a clot, one was playing with a hole. I saw the song reach for the boy's pants. He opened the side of his buttons to release Kirsh. He put his hand on Kirsh. The two of us were clinging to Kirshu and massaging, this was the first Kirsh we touched. It was soft and warm like velvet. When he dipped his finger in my pussy, I imagined Kirsh in my pussy and I was on the verge of satisfaction. Suddenly, the song threw the coat aside and I managed to see that piece of meat in the dim light of the hall. Taraneh did not give a chance and attacked Kirsh with his mouth and started sucking. I could feel the strokes of his lips wrapped around my waist. I could feel the sinking in and out of someone. Suddenly, a sigh came from the boy's throat. Was he bitten? We all sat down normally for fear. One had turned from the front row and was looking. We interacted for a few moments. The boy who introduced himself as Kambiz had his hand on my chest. He punched them and played with his tip. I lifted my corset to make it easier. He started eating. I lost my sense of satisfaction again. It was as if something was empty in my heart. Then he went to the memes of the song. This time it was the song that caught the eye. We had to get out of the cinema.
- Well, where are we going now?
- A secluded place where no one bothers?
- Is Jamshidia Park good?
- No, we have to walk a lot to get a good place. I'm just cold.
As we were standing next to the car, Taraneh said, "Open the trunk and see how much space there is."
Kambiz knocked on the control and said: full of clutter, only half of the box was taken by the car tent.
Taraneh blinked and said, "I know what to do, let's go." Let's go to the western town, both secluded and with plenty of parking space. We put the tent in the car, we put it in our car, who wants to know?
I ate something that is dangerous, what if someone notices?
- What, are you scared too?
The boyish pride and pressure of Kambiz's lust made me surrender to this song thought. We parked in one of the secluded streets of the town. Taraneh and I sat in the back seat and Kambiz pulled the canvas tent on the car. To finish his job, we took off our shorts and dried our wet ones. Kambiz joined us and just warned us not to worry too much so that no one outside would notice the car shaking. The interior of the car was as dim as cloudy days, and the noises coming from outside made it terrifying. As usual, he directed the song. He put Kambiz on the back of a chair and released Kirsh, who was half-awake, and ordered me to eat, and he himself sat on her chest with his chest in front of his mouth. Kambiz who eats the song and I love him. It soon became so big and firm that it could only fit my head in my mouth. The moans of the song made me more nervous. Kambiz said enough is enough. I took Kirsh out of my mouth. His head was red. I wanted to sit on it so that it would sink into my pussy. The three of us sat together. It eats our breasts in turn. I could not stand it anymore. The song told me: Go to the front seat, then your turn. He lay down on a chair and spread his legs. Kambiz shifted to his feet. Kir's song punched him so hard that he was only four or five inches free: Be careful not to overdo it, do you understand? You do not drink water, leave it to me.
I admired his skill in my heart and waited impatiently for my turn.
He led Kir to her pussy, pushed it back and forth with her hand, and rubbed it on her cunt. I also played with Kasm and enjoyed watching the scene. Meanwhile, I noticed that there was a hole in the tent and it could be seen from there. I saw one approaching.
- Be careful one is coming.
They became immobile, fortunately the cove was carelessly passed. Then we covered the hole with a paper towel. The song was finally satisfied. I ran the same program. Those four or five cents were enough to drive me crazy. Once or twice I was about to let go of the bottom, but the song was alert and kept saying: Hey, be careful not to tear it! Finally I was satisfied. Now we were left with where to empty Kambiz Abshoo. Taraneh said: Leave it to him, if he does not want to serve me.
I froze and the hot cock and Liz Kambiz moved back and forth beside me and sometimes pressed against my hole. For himself, this was the case. After all, it was Kir who was in contact with my body. Especially when he ate with my hole, he had more bags. I was intoxicated myself and I enjoyed the strong pressure of my breath. Kirsh's head had gone a little and stopped there. Unconsciously, my buttocks tightened, and that pressure was enough to make Kambiz helpless. Kirsch pulsed and contracted and expanded. It must have been watering. He moaned and let out a sigh of relief.
We packed up and set off. We separated from Kambiz near the song house. He called to let us know if we wanted to go to the cinema again.
After he left, Taraneh threw his phone number in the trash and said: "Next time, with one or two others, we should not cling to one, it becomes dependent."
I kissed the mouth of the song and said: I will sacrifice you, you did not go to school, professor, how did you know that?
- I worked the method for a long time. The rest of them have Alki's boyfriend, their hearts are full of text messages, but ours was practical and quiet. This is good, isn't it?
- Curse on the denier.
