Golden Wheat Field

Nila Golden Wheat Field
He was standing in the doorway, and the sex faded from his face

I was. The sunlight had pushed aside the window, and the sex had reached her half-naked body

He had sex with the white bedspread, but it still shone

He had sex, but again his radiance did not reach the luminous reflection of his white skin. Lying down

His white skin did not reflect light. The back was asleep and the cloth

He had pushed aside and stretched himself to his half-naked body and shone the white blanket, but his radiant sex did not reach the luminous reflection of his white skin. The back was asleep and the white cloth was in shape

Golden Wheatfield I had lost the sexy scene in front of me in a sexy movie. Sunlight on the window

It was ripe and the white blanket shone. It was the sex of the story, but it still shone with the luminous reflection of the skin.

The golden wheat field did not reach the luminous reflection of its white skin again. Demr was asleep and

Again, her radiance did not reach the luminous reflection of her white skin. His back was asleep and the white cloth was dazzlingly twisted between his legs, covering half of his waist and exposing his stretched leg. Her long golden hair on the pillow and bed was disheveled and I could not take my eyes off her damn beauty…
But when he woke up, he must have been hungry, so I went to the kitchen and put two eggs to cook. I picked three oranges and took water and emptied it into two glasses. He always loved toast and chocolate in the morning; ید I put them on the table too. I knew he would look at this table and he would say: خبر What's up !!! ???? گه What if I eat all this cow ????
But I am the one who feeds everyone and smiles at his protests
Everything is ready, ‌ I go and sit on the bed next to him. I caress her beautiful hair. The one who has now raised his sun to paint his hand on the ears of wheat, but I am the one who turns my back on the sun and I add the pleasure of caressing all that beauty to the pleasure of seeing this more beautiful body.
With each caress of this wheat field, I remembered the caress of his hand on my face. Remembering the softer lips than the skin of his hand that sat on my lips and intoxicated me until morning. Remember my caresses on her small and edgy breasts. Remember the pure wine of his neck and my drunkenness and dementia after every kiss from him. I rubbed my fingers on the skin of his abdomen and the unmarked traces of my nails from his neck to his scalp and the short and spectacular wave of his body from his impatience. I remember licking my skinny body and her hand pressing her breasts into her fists and pushing her hand away from my face and pulling my tongue on the small tip of her charming breasts. Remembering the sound of his breaths and his lethargic moans and his thin and stretched fingers side by side with my hair and squeezing my head between his legs and increasing my craving for licking and playing my tongue and remembering the pressure of his legs around my head and hands that prevented him from squeezing his legs at any moment It gave him more pleasure than hearing the sound of his moans, which mingled with his shortness of breath and finally his drowsiness… but it was too early now ‌ he had not yet reached the peak, ‌ he was not moaning loudly yet, so I was talking faster. I was gasping for breath when I went downstairs and kissed her leg.
He knew I did not want to finish it soon, he enjoyed my kisses. I understood this from the closing of his eyes. He knew very well that I did not like talking between love games, so he was silent, and it was I who read his words syllable by syllable.
It had calmed down, ‌ I went higher. One hand on her right breast, one hand on her protruding girls' limbs and one lip on her long, flat neck.
He did not breathe, و he bent his head back. I knew his condition. It was reaching its peak.
I slept on his side and went behind him.
I put my left hand under her neck to her chest and my right hand behind her and between her legs to her daughters. His right foot was on my feet, freeing my way.
He turned to me a little. So I complied with his request and suffocated his short moans and sighs between my lips.
Little by little, his moans subsided. His back stopped moving. His hand relaxed from my face and at the same time and tangentially with my lips, he closed his eyes and smiled and planted a small kiss on my lips.
I pulled the white blanket over both of us and hugged her and sniffed the scent of tension. I stared at the beauty of his face in his sleep until the sound of his breath became the lullaby of the night
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I felt the weight of a look. When was I staring out the window?
م I lowered my head to look at him… Damn, the sun was shining again with the pupil of my eye, so that I would not see the kind smile of the first morning again, even at this last opportunity, I was deprived of it.
I closed my eyes and then opened it for a few seconds and saw him sitting in front of me. He took my hand in his, I kissed his forehead
He put his head on my chest
I slowly bent down and removed the brush from the bedside drawer next to me. He turned his back on me. I combed her hair and smiled, but she hated me.
I knew the last day was by my side. I knew it was going to take place in someone else's heart… a man جنس
Maybe he was tired of hugging a small girl like me and his heart wanted the warmth of a man's strong hands…
Maybe he had to…
Maybe I was wrong… Maybe this love was wrong