My first sex with Qasim

Qasim and I were in love. When I arrived, he was thirsty. He was thirsty for love. I used to make jokes about his sex. The windows were foggy and when we lost sight of him, he pulled me in his arms and put his lips on mine, and it was not the first time my lips were kissing me, but he did not touch me like that. One hand was holding me tightly in his arms and he was eating my lips. He put his head in my chest and started eating. For a while, he pulled the zipper of his pants. He did not let us see each other. He agreed to go to his company. When I got there, he locked the door behind me and dragged me in his arms. They take me to the top and he was very handsome, he would sew me to the ground and I would fall and in spite of everything He loved me, remember well, no one in my life really wrote Qasim, neither before nor after