Hello Asghar, I am XNUMX years old. This story is based on a fact that goes back to a year ago. It was about XNUMX Rajab. Like every year, I was ready to go to I'tikaaf. I have been together for many years and his name is Meysam. It is a very good thing. White and thick Bakun. And I was waiting for a sign from him. After a few minutes, Yahweh said, "I wanted to apply shaving powder at home." It was relatively thick and short, but it was much smaller than me. Our i'tikaaf was turned off at XNUMX o'clock at night, not completely. Then, because I was going to do this, I went to a corner of a blind spot where no one could see, and I did not do my work in such a way that the game was lost. I also said indifferently, "Enough, enough, my water is coming." I also dropped the map and told him that after dawn, when everyone was asleep, I would take my bath bag and as soon as I went out of the mosque and reached the toilet, move. Come. After dawn, my heart was pounding XNUMX million times a minute. I took off my bathrobe and my pants, waited for Meysam, and stood up. Finally, he came. There are several reasons for my size. XNUMX Large size, XNUMX holes, they were narrow. XNUMX I did not know. I did not realize that I had entered the corner, I was drunk with lust, or Meysam was so torn. The egg was coming to the corner. After a few times, my water came and I quickly pulled out, wishing I was doing this and throwing it all away. Every time I remember it, I feel sorry. Well, if it was a misspelling, I'm sorry, I was typing on a phone. Your comment shows your personality
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Date: August 26, 2018
