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do; It was in the subway…! XNUMX in the morning and Iran had sex in the Karaj subway

Tehran is as crowded as ever. The crowd was moving towards the entrance of the train, and I, along with several other women and girls, were drawn to the men's section with the crowd. It has happened many times before that men rub themselves almost all over my body in crowds; I had even felt the bulge of their breasts on my buttocks and waist several times without being able to do anything. Sometimes I thought to myself that if it were not for the tent, the coat, and the pants, I would have no choice but to be hungry in the face of all this hunger. Anyway, I got on the train with all my might. There was no place to sit and I had to stand as usual. I was in my mood when I suddenly felt something being pulled slowly on my buttocks. At first I tried to think of everything as a random call and take into account the crowd, but I soon realized that this was not the case. I was quite upset and angry. I frowned and turned my back. My gaze met the worried gaze of a tall man, a little taller than me, about thirty-five or six years old. His forehead was sweaty and lust and begging were immersed in his eyes, and of course fear was clearly visible on his face. He was taken aback and separated from my body in embarrassment. When he broke up, I just realized how hot Kirsh was and how hot my butt was. He was worried that I would shout and ruin his reputation. I wanted to do the same, but I felt that by doing so, I would be more disgraced than he was. Maybe I was a little heartbroken for him. Hoping that he had awakened, I turned a blind eye to his guilt and turned my face away. Less than two minutes later, I felt Kirsh's warmth on my buttocks again. I did not know what to do. I wished we could just get to the station sooner and get off. He was absolutely right. I have never been with any man and I have not had sex. I felt that he was raping or at least abusing me. Not only did I not enjoy it but I also felt guilty. Maybe he thought I was happy and glad I did not object. I had to react, but in the end I decided to put my teeth on the liver and do nothing to get to the station and go to work. The pressure was increasing moment by moment. Kirsh slipped from my tent and sometimes fell into my slit and went up and down slowly and sometimes remained motionless on my buttocks. It was as if he was looking for a place that would give him the most pleasure. I could feel my breath on my tent. Little by little, a strange feeling awoke in me. Maybe it was a kind of curiosity. I had never seen any Kerry, not even in movies and photos. I do not hate anymore. Even once or twice, perhaps unconsciously, without realizing it, I tried to steer Kirsh into my slit with a slight movement. If it weren't for the fear of guilt or scandal, I might have pushed myself hard on Kirsh or asked him to just focus on my slit because it would have been more appealing to me. Anyway, my indifference had made him bolder. If no one was around, without fear of my reaction, he would definitely take off my tent and even pull down my pants and enjoy me in another way. To be honest, I did not want to look closely at the first Kerry who had enjoyed me and was straightened up and holding my hand. My mind was involved. I thought to look worried; To his face, which behind all that fear and lust, looked attractive, and to Kirsh, who was no longer on my buttocks. My pleasure quickly turned into guilt. I found a bench and sat on it. I was surprised. In my mental court, I condemned myself for succumbing to and enjoying the lust of a non-mahram. I was so engrossed in melancholy thoughts that a young man sat quietly beside me. I did not pay attention. A few moments later he asked: Can I take your time for a minute? I looked at his face. I ate. that was it. I did not know what to say. I said coldly and of course a little sharply: What are you doing with me? He said calmly: I want to apologize to you and thank you. I said: For what? You could have ruined my reputation, but I said: But what ?! You did whatever you wanted with me; Your apology does not hurt me at all. He said: I can explain to you. I said: I do not need your explanation. I got up to go. He followed me. I said: Please take my hand off my head; I myself have a thousand problems ‌ I can not listen to you. He said: Just let me explain this to you. I said: It is not necessary; Do not disturb me. As he followed me, he said humbly: "Can I have your number so that I can call you later when you become calmer?" I said: "Do you really have it?" I did not know whether he was satisfied or not, but he had changed from a hedonistic primitive person to a completely social person. He quickly took a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote something and said: This is my number; I just ask you not to throw it away in front of my eyes; If you hold it and one day you feel that your heart wants to hear me explain, call me. He handed me the paper and said goodbye and quickly disappeared into the crowd. I crumpled the paper and threw it in my bag. That night in bed for hours. I was thinking inside the train. Sometimes I condemned myself and sometimes I justified that I was not guilty. I felt my purity was stained. I felt ashamed. As time went on, the unknown feeling of pleasure became more and more pronounced for me. The next night, things went more or less the same way, except that I judged less about myself. Later nights, however, I would go to bed only for the love of being alone with myself and thinking about those things. I had never been naked in bed in my life. Especially since I was in the same room with my twelve-year-old brother and I had to do a lot of things. But one night, when I was sure that everyone was asleep, I slowly put my pants under the blanket and then my shirt. When I was lying on my side, I wanted the unknown man to sit behind me and cling to me tightly and slide his naked cock slowly through the slit of my buttocks through my shirt. I told myself that if he was a guest in our house now, I would get rid of the immorality of that day. I would leave the door open so that in the light of the bedside lamp he could see my bare thighs protruding from the blanket and Kirsh becoming impatient. He, who had fallen so greedily and lustfully through the tent and a thousand other obstacles, and among all those people, when he saw me naked and alone on the bed, he certainly would not miss such an opportunity. He set foot in my room and I fell asleep. I hit. When he reaches the top of his head, he slowly takes off his clothes and crawls under the blanket. I spin in my sleep and sink into her arms. I place my thigh between the two thighs and slowly lift it up to under the hips. She's worried I might wake up. However, it throws my heart into the sea and kisses my lips. Then he puts me to sleep gently on my stomach. A kiss is not enough for him. He pulls under the blanket and pulls my shirt down to my knees. I glue my thighs together to make it harder. He puts Kirsh next to me and sleeps quietly on my back. Kirsh starts to move and at the same time I feel his breath behind my neck. Kirsch moves on the edges of my pussy and my hole and waits for an opportunity to occupy one of the two. Eg gambling remains; I have to guess which one it sinks into first. I open my eyes and slowly say to him: What are you doing ?! He gets embarrassed and stutters. I tell him: Do not worry and continue with the card. He understands my request. With his hand, he places Kirsh's head on Kasm's mouth. I spread my legs a little. Kasm is completely wet and ready to receive and will not resist much. It is enough to sink his head; The rest will follow. My throat is dry and my heart is pounding. I had never seen myself so thirsty. I was experiencing the most erotic night of my life until then with these thoughts and dreams. I could not bear it. I had to do something. Ten or twelve days had passed since the subway incident. I dared myself and went to my bag and the number he had given me. At least I should have told him what happened to me. That was my right. I got his card number from the street by phone. He picked up the phone. I said: Do you know me? As if waiting for my call, he said: "I think you are the same girl I saw in the subway." I said: "As you asked, I called you to explain your behavior that day. I have been in a bad mood since I woke up in the morning. I did not have a good day at all. There was not even someone I could just talk to. I said: What a justification! Maybe then, in order to get well, you decided to close the subway to the honor of the people! He said: No, by God, I did not intend that at all. I was going to Tehran to work. I did not want to offend anyone. But when I saw you…. I said: What when you saw me ?! You kept at least the respect of my tent. He said softly and of course with a little concern: Can I speak clearly and openly? If I am honest and frank with you, will you not be upset with me? I said: I called to hear the truth, not to tell me a story. To be honest; I was badly aroused when I saw your face and lips. I could not help but think of you. I said: There were so many women and girls in the subway. I was the most hidden of them all. He said: I know, but my imagination is very strong. I could have guessed what an attractive body you should have under the tent. So let me tell you. I said: Oh, you are talking about something you did not see. He said immediately: But later I touched it. Everything I guessed came true. I wanted him to explain more. I wanted him to describe to me the feeling of that day completely and accurately. But I did not want to back down so soon. I said: For example, can you tell me what you guessed? He said: I would rather tell you in person. I said: You probably expect me to be alone with you in a dark room after that behavior! I had to. My tongue was tied. I did not know what to say. I hung up the phone. I had officially thought about him all my life. I called him again two or three days later; This time with my own phone. I had nothing to say; I just wanted him to talk and I wanted to hear. I had a vague interest in lustful professions, but I did not know how to ask him to. I did not know at all how to talk to a boy because of my upbringing. But he knew his job well! He said: I apologize to you for what happened that day, but I do not regret it. But you did not let me down and the only thing left for me after that is a pleasant and exciting memory. I asked: Do you always do this in the subway? He said: No, by God! I am not a faceless person. But I could not resist you. Although he ate his word. I was curious. I asked: Although what? He wanted to dodge and not continue his words, or at least he pretended so. Maybe he wanted to be curious or hear me insist. Finally, he said: "Although the opportunity or situation was not such that I could finish my work and be addicted to it! With all my inexperience, I understood what he was talking about." I wanted to say it again. I asked: For example, what would you do if you had the opportunity? He said cautiously and with a little concern. He seemed to be waiting for my reaction. I did not say anything, but little by little I was getting hot. When he was confronted with my silence, he continued to describe it: I would take the tent off your head and touch all of you with my hands. I could hardly hide the sound of my breath. He realized that his horse was tame and obedient and could still move forward: - I was unbuttoning my coat and looking at your lustful bumps on my shirt and pants. I clung to my body and dipped my hand into the back of my pants. I was pulling you down to my knees and I was pushing myself behind you and I felt that a spring was starting to boil at the base of my legs. I was soaking wet and he was not manipulating: - I was holding your breasts in my fist in my shirt and I was pressing my penis on my buttocks from my shirt. I wanted to use the word "dick" but it was still good. The warmth of Kirsh without a tent and a coat and pants makes me feel good. I waited for him to continue, but he was silent. I did not dare to speak. After a relatively long pause, he said: "Well, tell me something too, or warn me if I put my foot longer than my kilim." I said: "What can I say ?!" I did not do anything. I just stood up and let you do whatever you wanted with me. He said: I want to honestly tell you something from my experience with you. Without showing myself eager or curious, I said: I hear. Sit down. The buttocks of some women also contribute to their beauty and attractiveness. But I think your butt is made just for fun. I had deprived myself of talking to the opposite sex for a lifetime, and now, in my first experience, I was hearing a boy comment about my butt. I was immersed in an atmosphere that was unknown to me and I enjoyed all the unknowns. I had a little courage; I asked: How is my buttocks? He said: Both promiscuous and hot and fat. That is, the best possible place for a man's penis. I said: I hate the word "penis". Your hips are made just to stimulate and prepare the cock before you do it. My throat was dry with lust. I said: So that day in the subway, you must have had an account in his hangover! My worm was in your chest. If we got to the station a little later, I would get wet behind your tent. I wanted to feel the movement and warmth of Kirsh on my buttocks or even on my body. However, I said: I have never had such an experience and I do not intend to have it before marriage. He said: I just expressed my feelings. But I think such experiences make your mind more open and ready for marriage. It is a pity that you do not experience the pleasure of being satisfied and, above all, the pleasure of being satisfied with your body. Leave marriage to girls whose buttocks are only useful for sitting. Your body should be the pasture of thick hairs. My weakness was for him. His words had completely captured my mind. But I did not want to lose my resistance so easily. I said: I will not be raw with these words. All I am saying is that you should appreciate yourself more and enjoy your youth and beauty. After the professions of that day, I was very impatient. I did not know what to do. On the one hand, I felt I had to get those thoughts out of my mind, but on the other hand, for a moment I could not stop thinking about him and his career. This kind of conversation continued for a week or two. Lust had penetrated my life through doors, roofs, and windows, casting a shadow over all my thoughts and mentalities. One night when I went to bed, the same temptations came over me again. I had already learned to put my hand inside my shirt and to stimulate myself with my finger as I thought about making love and becoming. I was at the same time that the sound of my mobile phone's was loud. that was it. He had given the message that he wanted to see me and talk to me closely. He had said that he still had a lot to say. He asked me not to answer him, and if I am satisfied to see him, I will go to the address he gave me tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, and if I am not satisfied, I will not call him again. I did not want to waste my innocence on lust for a few days. On the other hand, I did not want this sweet dream to end so soon. I had to go and talk to him. Yes, I had to go and make a vow to myself not to let anything happen in order to satisfy my logic. In the morning, I woke up with a heart full of anxiety and stress. I told my mother that I had to go to Tehran to buy shoes and bags. I left the house before noon. It was as if I was not in this world. I do not know which mysterious force was driving me to the place. I arrived an hour earlier than scheduled. He worked in a large shoe store. Our appointment was there too. I wandered the streets for a while and ransacked the shops until it was time. I went inside the shop and started looking at the shoes. The shop was empty of customers or at least I did not see anyone. Suddenly a voice from behind me said: Can I help you, ma'am ?! It was him. I could hear my heart pounding. I was embarrassed. Before I said anything, he said: I'm glad you came. I said: I just came to listen to you. He said: You have done me a great favor. But this is not a good place to talk. It is behind a small room. We can go there. Nobody bothers us. I did not object and I went with him. It was a simple ten-meter room with a table and two chairs and a number of cartons and a few shelves attached to the wall. He offered me to sit on a chair and he himself went to close the shop. I preferred to wait until he came back. My heart was boiling like a pot of vinegar. I did not know what was going to happen. How dare I put myself in such a vulnerable position with someone I do not know at all? What if he traps me? What if he and his friends fall on me and do whatever they want, and finally tear me to pieces and burn me in the desert? What happens to my family? How can my father raise his head between the door and the neighbor? It was too late for these professions. I had my heart set on the sea and I had to go to the end. It took me a few minutes to come back. When he returned, he was holding a small tray with two glasses of pomegranate juice. He quickly read my anxiety on my face. He said: What are you worried about? You are my friend even if you do not know me as your friend; You have done me a great favor and I owe you again for the rest of my life. I became a little calmer. He handed me the glass. I drank a sip and put it on the table. He also put the tray on the table and prepared a chair for me. I sat. He sat down. His behavior was respectful and friendly. I felt I could trust him. Asked a few cliché questions about the accuracy of the address and other things to thaw the connection. I preferred to go to the main point myself. I said: Osama's tone sounded threatening last night! I came to see what your account is ?! What do you want to talk to me about? He said: I wanted to see you more closely than I had something to say. I wanted it that way; I did as I wished. I said sarcastically: I forgot that you do whatever you want! He understood my meaning completely, but he asked with obvious mischief: For example, what do you do ?! They used to do it in their bed at night, you can do it in the subway if you want! I was surprised by my own outrageous frankness. How much I had changed during this short time. He seemed to be taken aback by my answer, but he was too professional to lose his temper. He said: "Maybe it is because of my courage that I did something in public that others did with difficulty in secret. I did not want to underestimate it." I said: But everything needs its place. There was no place for him in the subway in front of all those people. As if waiting for such a naive answer from me, he immediately said: You are right; Maybe Josh is here! I made a bad mistake. I had to sort it out soon. I said sharply: I'm not joking with you. If you want to talk like this, I will go and look for my job. He said: No! This is not a joke at all. Talk about a serious need that needs to be addressed. I did this in the subway because I needed Gloom. You say the card was wrong, I say yes, but you are not a boy to understand what I am saying. I said: Well, girls need this too; I do not understand why you think. He said: If you have experienced such a need, you should not condemn me. You should even give me a right or at least guide me. I said with a grin: I need guidance myself! He said: So let me guide you. I said: How do you guide me? He extended his hand and said: Give me your hand so that you can see for yourself. I said: Where are you leading me? He said: If you want to see, you must close your eyes; If you want to reach, you have to give me your hand. I was dry. I did not know what to do. His hand was still waiting for mine. Maybe a whole minute passed in silence; Absolute silence; We did not make any moves. Finally he broke the silence and said: Do not be afraid; Me your friend without; Put your hand in mine. I slowly and anxiously extended my hand to him. The warmth of my hand calmed me. He said: Close your eyes and do not open them until I told you. I closed my eyes and trusted in him. He lifted me from the chair. I could feel the heat of the tension and then the warmth of my breath on my face. I was leaning on the table and could not go back. The thrust was stuck to my thighs. He put a glass of pomegranate juice on my lips. My throat and lips were dry; I ate a sip. Before I could say anything, he put his lips on mine, which was soaked in pomegranate juice. Kirsch protrusion was just below the navel. His rapid breaths seemed to burn my face, and at the same time Kirsch grew bigger and bigger. He removed the tent from my head and said: Open your eyes. I was embarrassed but I opened my eyes. He started kissing my face, eyes and lips. I was completely passive and he did whatever he wanted with me. He unbuckled the button and zipper of my pants and pulled my manteau skirt from behind. He took my buttocks from his pants in his hands and held me tightly to himself so that his buttocks were pulled on my chest. I tried to show a little resistance, but to no avail. He put his hand behind my back into my pants and shirt and started rubbing me. My breath was getting faster and faster. He raises his toes up and down the gap. "I want to show you how this butt hurts," he said in a voice that evoked lust. I was soaking wet. My tongue was tied. My heart is pounding. He quickly removed my mask from my head. It was the first time that a non-mahram saw my hair. Before I could protest, he unbuttoned my coat and, with one hand on my pants, began rubbing my breasts with my other hand on my red T-shirt. Kirsh was pressing on my body. His forehead was sweaty; My forehead too. Suddenly he pulled his hand out of my pants and took off my coat. There was a moment in my anxious and pleading eyes. There was a slight tremor all over my body. I glanced at his pants. I could clearly see the Kirsh uprising. He took my gaze and shamelessly put his hand on Kirsh and started rubbing. Suddenly, he unzipped his pants and pulled Kirsh out with his hand. He did not even take off his shirt or take it off when I was alone in the room. I subconsciously turned my gaze to the other side. He sat down on a chair and took my hand and pulled me towards him. I had to sit on his feet. I could feel the pressure of Kirsh under me; A feeling I had experienced before on the subway, but not so much. He had a hand wrapped around my abdomen. He dipped his other hand in front of me. He kept moving me on Kirsh and sighing. I knew I could not do anything; I did not hate but I was worried and very anxious; I just wanted him to finish his work with me sooner and get rid of that abyss. When he reached out to Kassem, he realized from his wetness that he had done his job well. I could no longer claim that I was not enjoying it. He took his wet hand out of my pants and put it in front of my face and said in a triumphant tone: I may have straightened my back for you, but you also did not have enough water in my back! I said: What do you want to do with me? I'm just getting used to Kirsh, and the pressure and warmth I enjoy. I slowly got up from his feet and turned to him. He was lying on a chair with his fist clenched. It was not as long as I thought; Less than fifteen cents. But he looked thick with a large, swollen cap. Slowly pull your fist up and down along it. Although I had not seen any Kerry up close or even in photos and videos until that day, I could clearly see the rebellion of lust in its swollen veins. He said: Come forward. My body seemed to be locked. I could not move. He said: Do not be afraid! You are not; Come on. I went forward slowly. I was almost between his legs. He said: I would like you to take my pants off my feet. I said: Oh من! It's very hard for me. He said: Do it. I promise you I will not regret it. I want to give you a pleasure that you have not experienced before. My will was no longer in my hands. It was as if someone else was in me and he was making decisions for me. I knelt between his legs and carefully brought my hands to his belt from both sides of Kirsh. I opened it and then the button. The zipper that he had already opened. I grabbed the back of his pants and pulled them toward his thighs. He lifted his hips slightly so that the pants could easily pass under him. All this time I kept my distance from Kirsh. I pulled his pants out from under his shoes and threw them into a corner. He took off his T-shirt himself. His body was balanced and his chest was under a thin layer of hair. He took my hand and put it on his chest. Now Kirsh was in my fist instead of his fist. His heat had taken me by surprise. He moved his hand slightly on Kirsh and said, "Keep going. The warmth, the veins, the diameter, the softness and the flexibility of his skin and all the prominences were like a new discovery to me." I put my other hand on his cheeks; This time without him wanting. I was caressing and he was sighing; I was discovering and he was enjoying. Gradually I liked this work. Maybe something from his pleasure had spread to me. I felt like lust was slowly spreading throughout my body like a mild fever. As his voice grew louder, he said, "If I asked you to provoke him with your tongue, would you do it in your mouth? Until then, I did not even think that one way to stimulate the penis was to lick it or put it in your mouth." I said: I do not like; I feel bad. He said: Do not worry; She is cleaner than my eyes now. I'm very sensitive to its cleanliness. I was not interested in it but I did not want anything to diminish its pleasure. I slowly started licking his head with my tongue. His breathing was faster. I continued like this for a few moments and finally I threw my heart into the sea and let it enter my mouth little by little. The first time I put half of it in my mouth and the next time I swallowed as much as I could. He was moaning. He begged me with his eyes to continue my work. My saliva was all over his chest and his skin was as soft as silk. He was holding my head in his hands and raising and lowering it with his favorite rhythm, and I was constantly tapping Kirsh with my tongue. After a minute or two, I pulled my head aside to catch my breath. I said: Enough. I can not continue. He pulled me towards him. He got up from the chair and started kissing and sucking my lips. We parted for a moment. He quickly pulled my T-shirt out of my body and I did not stop. Now I was left with a black bra that exaggerated the prominence of my breasts, and pants with open zippers and buttons that exposed part of my shirt in front of a completely naked man in a chair with his fist in his fist. And he probably was not thinking about anything but me. He asked: Do you want to sit on my back? Of course I did. I asked: What are you? Do you want to? He said: I have said before that your buttocks were created only for pleasure. I ask God to feel it with my back but without pants. I got up between his legs and pulled my pants below my knees while turning my back towards him. He did not expect me to give in to his demands so easily. I sat quietly on his knees with Kirsh under my hips. As soon as I felt Kirsh collide with my shirt, I kept my buttocks at the same distance so that he could find a suitable place for Kirsh. In less than a month, I had become a statue of lust willing to strip her most private parts of the boy and give them to him to orgasm. Now that I think about the events of that day, I see that my greatest pleasure in those moments was psychological, not sexual. Maybe I did not enjoy licking his cock, but I was pleased to hear him sigh and moan and realize that he enjoyed me and my mouth. Or the thought that he had stripped my buttocks, which he had made so lustful of me even of his tents, coats, and pants, and in the crowds and anxiety of the subway, and had laid them on his naked waist, driving me crazy. Conem moved and sometimes pushed the edge of my body aside with it and held it in my hole. I have never dreamed so much. He quickly pulled my shirt down and placed me on his feet so that his chin was right next to my slit. I inadvertently moved my buttocks to Kirsh and sighed. He also opened my bra and punched my bare breasts. Sometimes he would rub my breasts and sometimes he would send me a hand, rubbing my legs and neck and caressing my neck from behind with a kiss and tongue, but most of all my attention was on Kerry, who was impatient under my buttocks and seemed to be looking for a way inside. من می‌شت. I said: What do you want me to do for you? He said: I want you to do me. I would like you to say this. I said: Oh, I am my daughter. I do not want to. فت .he said: I know. From behind. If you were not a girl, she would have beaten you from behind. I said: But I have no experience. I'm afraid it will hurt. He said: Well, it's clear that it hurts. But his pleasure is in the same pain. I said: I am enjoying what I have now. "Won't you take it?" He said. It is about hearing sexy talk about myself. I like my partner to talk openly about the details of my genitals, the methods of fucking, and the pleasure it brings me. He understood this, too, and spoke quite comfortably and shamelessly. I said: But I have a good cup; I am not going to move from the cup! He said: OK! Now that you wanted to…! He threw his arms around my stomach and lifted me up. My feet did not reach the ground and he was clinging to me from behind. I realized that I was not far from being done, and because of this, there was a veil inside me. He bent me on the table and said: Stay like this. My back knelt down and he started kissing and licking my buttocks and thighs. Every time his tongue touched my skin, I felt the fatigue of years of deprivation of a man disappear in the stretch of my groin. The whole world was summed up for me in his greedy language. Which sinks; Unsuccessful attempt. I was a virgin and unknown land, under the footsteps of a world explorer who, with each turn, discovered new hidden valleys and caves. Well, when I got thirsty, he put his tongue gently on me. My moan rose into the air. Invisible strings of lust arose from my lumbar arch parallel to my spine, spreading behind my shoulders and from my sides to my chest, grabbing my breasts and pulling a thin branch from around my navel to my neck. At the same time, he gently dipped his finger into my buttocks. It hurt a little, but my whole being was immersed in pleasure, and I could not understand anything from the pain. I do not know how many minutes passed when I suddenly said: I want you to do me. Wait a minute; Maybe he did not expect such a thing from me. He said: Are you sure ?! Didn't you say pain…! I did not let him finish; I said: Please do me. Take me from behind. He got up. It fit behind me. He rubbed Kirsh's head on my butt a few times and hit me with a few blows from below and put it on my hole and pressed it. I felt my body stretching. I do not know if I shouted or not, but I could feel the pain below my knees. He said: Just enough to fit his head; The way is open for the rest. I did not say anything and I endured until it finally settled. He waited a little. I think I wanted to get to know this newcomer better. He started pushing again. Little by little, I felt it enter my body. He paved his way and came forward. I was clenching my teeth in pain because he was in pain and he kept coming in. When I felt her hair on my back, I realized that she had put all her hair in my buttocks. I had it all in me. I asked him to stay still. He bent over my waist; He took my breasts in his fists and kissed the back of my neck and wherever he could reach his lips. Little by little, I was getting used to the pain. A few moments passed and he slowly began to pull out Kirsh. Pull it out completely and insert it again, but this time easier and faster. It had already taken its place and there was no news of the painful pressure of the previous time. The pleasure was slowly spreading throughout my body. Perhaps my pleasure was more due to the fact that I had suddenly broken all my taboos and allowed an unknown man into the most secret and secret part of my body, and now he enjoys all of my body with a curry that lusts in his swollen veins. After two or three The minute Kirsch's intermittent movements had subsided and I was officially being sedated, I said: I want to lie on my stomach and you should sleep on my back. I want to feel the weight and pressure of Tento. He put one hand on my chest from below and the other hand on my chest and threw all his weight on my body and moved his back to my buttocks again. I clasped my hands together in front of my face, put my forehead on it, closed my eyes, and listened to the squeaky sound of the table shaking with the beat of his beats on my buttocks and moaning with me. It was the first time I had reached the peak of pleasure and satisfaction without doing anything. I had increased the arch of my waist and raised my buttocks a little so that he could more easily achieve what he wanted. Suddenly his movement accelerated. His breath was getting hotter and hotter behind my neck. He squeezed my breast tightly in his fist. With the last blow, he plunged Kirsh into my ass as much as he could and kept it deep inside me with all the pressure. He put his lips on my neck. A shrill but not loud scream erupted from his throat. With his hands he pressed me firmly to his body and finally Kirsh started beating and beating his heart. And a hot liquid that sprayed relentlessly inside me; I accepted it as a gift from him; The gift that Kirsh humbly poured into my body was a sign of gratitude for the warm shelter I had given him and the pain I had endured so that he would satisfy his lust for a month with my body, without a tent and without pants. We were out of breath. I do not know how long it was and he was still lying on my back, kissing my neck, ears and face, but I remember that I never wanted that moment to end. Seven years have passed since that day. I did not see him again that day; I mean, I did not want to see it myself. I preferred the memory of my first love affair not to be blurred in the struggle of failed relationships. I always wanted to see those moments floating in the turmoil of mythical clouds. After that, for a long time, I was immersed in night's erotic fantasies (I am still more or less) and I was trying to give more and more wings to these sweet dreams that had already become the soul of my life. Sleeping with ugly and handsome men, slim and large, sleeping with a few men in the bathroom, arousing neighbors and family men, having sex with fat desert drivers, all with the embodiment of all the details, are just a part of the infinite world of my nightmares. . If the busyness of everyday life gives me a chance to write, I might share a few of them here with you friends.