This ass and his game has a few points

This is how they are erased from my mind. I shot a sexy movie and went to my hands and face

my thumb. I sprayed cold water on my face. I went in front of the window. Cold air makes my face sexy. I took a few deep breaths.

I locked my king's hand and pulled my body

میددادم. It was the only sport that Connie had been doing lately. His prayer was over and he was looking at me

I wake up a few times to see your head

My breasts? - Good morning, Prince! Well, I have to pray for breastfeeding. - Good morning! First we must not. Secondly, I have no objection.

Read.-Do not be afraid of madness. Kos is an infidel like you. I only accept God.

That's it.-I know.I usually did not argue with him, I went and sat in front of him. He has been praying since he was a child. A simple, beautiful, kind girl and most importantly a lover. - Do you have sex stories, beautiful boy?

We have breakfast. We have cheese. We have jam. We have sex in Iran. Rahm

Now, Mr. Wolf! His eyes are shining. His smile smelled of life. - Did I say something? Do you want to? - Alireza? - Well, I want breakfast! You laughed. I jammed his prayers. I put his thin body on my face. I whispered in his ear. I love you. I love you. I put my lips on his lips. Erotic kisses. I was taking off his clothes. - You ate this a few hours ago! When are you full? - Never! I ate her breasts. His head pressed against his chest. It wraps around me like a snake. I grabbed her breasts and sucked. His moans were trapped in his throat. I think he wanted to scream moans of lust. But it does not. Maybe I did not hear. Maybe the taste of her breasts was deafening to my ears. But I felt. I could feel the moans inside. The morning hangover was still in the air. It was as if you were drunk at night and woke up in the morning and did not remember anything about the night… I did not know when I was naked. We usually did not have sex in the morning because I was in pain and tired by noon. But by the time I woke up, I was asleep and he was eating my cream. - Now did you see that you also wanted breakfast? He moved his tongue and looked at me. He wanted to make sure I enjoyed it. And I think my erotic face showed that. I got up. I spread my legs. I put my head between his legs and rubbed his lips a little with my lips. He pushed my head aside with his hands and took my cream in his hand and plunged it into himself. I was slowly moving back and forth. This time my ears were not deaf. I'm listening now. His voice was pleasure and lust. I rubbed Ron Hash. He was moaning. He had closed his eyes. He was drunk. I liked the harmony of the worm blows to his person. His moans play the symphony of love… oh oh oh oh oh. Do me morning and night. Oh, his moans could not be repeated to me. He grabbed my waist with his fingers. I poured water on his body. He was playing with water with his fingers. I slept next to him and cuddled. We were students. We started having sex without marriage. His father told me to go and finish your university. Get yourself somewhere. Then let me put my daughter's hand in T.'s hand. Both families. Families were not very traditional. But being Iranian. Ridiculous traditions were inherent in them. I could not do anything. I worked like a dog in a computer company. With the deduction of the hours I went to university. Paying four hundred and five hundred tomans. We had rented a ruin with the money that the families were giving. We were better than many, much less than many. I was in the company. I was busy. Apparently, I did all the work for that company, from making tea for the boss to producing software that, of course, is more like a bug than software. I was tired of morning sex. I had two classes. My ear rang.-When are we guests for lunch? -Are we? I must say that we are sorry for giving services to more than one beautiful lady! - No! Do not be full anymore! Leila is here too. I'm looking forward to taking four hours off. At the end of the month, instead of being paid, I give a hand to the president of the company. - Crazy slowly! it's ugly! Permanent place. I was waiting. I was there at half past twelve. Traditional music, the smell of buttermilk, the smell of water, had a lovely atmosphere. I found the song and Leila. Permanent traditional table. Seeing Leila, my steps slowed down a bit. He was leaning on his back and his knees were bent towards his abdomen. Her white legs, adorned with black lacquer, dazzled the eye. And icy Lee pants and a tight coat that did not cover even half of her thighs. And his slender hands clasped together and smoking. The thought that my head was at his feet made me so lustful that I immediately turned my gaze to the song. It happened so fast that I did not even realize it. The song was sitting with normal makeup. I like the girls smoking. Both had gentle makeup. I sat next to them.-Did you order? -Yes! Three small meatballs, a little special! With doogh! -I have to sleep in class again.-Well, drink water.-I was joking, Dad! What's up Leila? Aren't you bored? - Who was I now? - Good! Good for depression! Has a class! Cross your hand once a month! The song fell to the ground with its eyes falling - Alireza? I was also depressed. I committed suicide. Seventeen years old. I was a child. Then I grew up. I realized that breathing is fun. Dog life is fun too. That you love someone. That someone be the reason you are alive. We both lit our cigarettes together. The beautiful eyes of the song were hilariously angry. - The song explodes! - Give me a thread! Now that you are crying, come and kill me. - I do not like it. It was Leila. He was staring into the distance. - What? - That's why you are alive! It's ridiculous for me. My back shook for a moment. I felt exactly the vibration on the vertebrae of my back. The same period of adolescence. The same thoughts. Absurdity.-Whatever you think, life has meaning to you and you live as it is! I knew who I was talking to. When everything is empty for a person. This sounds more ridiculous. - Look, I think you have to have a reason for being alive. Or you have to accept God. To hope for heaven and things like that. Or you have to find a meaning for two days in the world. The one who gave me meaning is a song. - I do not have any song in my life at the moment. Now all three of us were silent.