It is said that this is what makes a sexy movie intimate and moving
It was mostly two families. The public had a large yard where I always went to play their bloody sex. About twelve
I had a king's year and most of them did not have children yet. Yard
It had a lot of trees that were full of fruit, and that 's what draws me there every day. Every time their yard
I went, looking for my uncle's socks and shoes
I would go around and if I found a nipple, I would lick them enough to get tired. I wish to lick her feet so much in my heart
Sometimes I would hide in the yard for hours
Until he comes out of the house and I peek through the trees at his white leg. My father was a sex worker in the police force
My mother was also a nurse in the hospital. Exactly the same sex Iran lottery year
My name was Bakht and my father went to Ahvaz for a mission and my mother went to one of the nearby cities for a mission by the Red Crescent. Because I was left alone at home and on the other hand it was exam time, inevitably because both I was the only sample and the house was without a model, the public woman would come to me at night and the public would come to me at night every now and then. Visit the yard sometimes. I was flying with great excitement and pleasure. My mother, who saw this, said: "Do not soap your heart too much, do not think that you can play and do not study during this time. Threats, etc. When it comes time for exams. I also promised to study arithmetic one day and be a good boy. In short, the night came and the public woman came to bleed us. He was 27 years old and had a very beautiful and delicate body. He was wearing very, very thin socks, and his leggings were the embellishment of his beautiful legs. The red nail polish on her toenails was obvious, and her beautiful delicate fingers looked more beautiful than when she was not wearing socks. I had my book on the floor and I was busy with my Alki. The public woman turned to me and said: Look, Ashkan Joon, if you do not mind, go to that one room so that I can watch TV too. You have an exam in a few days. Your mom's your deposits. Go baby Go I listened to him and went to the next room. I put my book there and jumped in the yard under the pretext of a toilet. The woman in general wore beautiful plastic slippers, which tempted me even more. I carefully kissed his slippers and licked all over him. The thought that the legs of a public woman get wet while wearing slippers really drove me crazy. I returned to my room after about 01 minutes. The public woman was lying on the sofa, turning down the volume on the television. I left the door ajar. That is, I adjusted it so that the beautiful legs of the public woman were in the right angle of view. I lay down and opened my book, but the only thing I did not think about was lessons and books. The beautiful legs of the common woman were doubly beautiful under her thin socks. Every time he moved his legs slowly, it was as if he was playing with my emotions. He would open and close his toes, and Goddard would dance on his feet, up and down. It was as if his feet were smiling and greeting each other. I kissed his feet from afar and licked them in my imagination. The thought of sleeping at night under the feet of a public woman calmed me down. Finally the night came and it was time to go to sleep. General Joshua's wife spread out next to me and then came to my room and said: Ashkan Joon, just when it was over, come to sleep. I said: Uncle's eyes. I'm coming now. One page left, my uncle's wife went to bed and started to take off her socks, and then she lay down. I immediately went to my bed and said: "My cousin's wife, I want to sleep cold. My face should be facing the heater." If I slept the opposite, my mouth would be just below his feet. God, I prayed that he would not oppose and what to keep. My uncle's wife also laughed indifferently and said: "In short, go to bed early. I have to go to my sister's house tomorrow. I have to wake up soon." Good night, you can not imagine how happy I was. He had put the sheets on his feet and nothing was clear, I lay down next to him and waited for him to snore. The passing of the moments lasted as long as the movement of the clock, and the ticking of the wall clock promised pleasant and memorable moments, and now, as I write these lines, the ice in my heart seems to melt. The thought of the smell of Mistress's feet made my whole body tremble. Like a hunter-gatherer waiting for night to arrive, I knew the best time was in the middle of the night after half past one. The hunter that night was one of the best nights of his life. Summary. After a while, the sound of Uncle's wife's breaths and slight snoring rose. Snoring may be a terrible part of everyone's night's friend that I always ran away from. But this time, this beautiful voice was more pleasing to me than any other time. The sheets in my hands were shaking violently because it was possible for my uncle's wife to wake up at any moment. But thank God it did not happen. I slowly lay down on my seat to reduce my body tremors. At that moment, Uncle's wife returned and the method turned to me. I got nervous and started blaming myself for doing my job slowly. Because Uncle's wife's face was towards me, it was possible for her to open her eyes at any moment, and in that case, her eyes would immediately close. I did nothing and waited. This time the minutes passed intensely and I had less opportunity. During this time, my eyes were only on his feet and I prayed that his feet would not be under the sheets for a while. The sprinkling fingers were on me and they looked like pomegranate seeds. The bedside lamp was on, and that little light was enough to immerse me in the sea of lady's feet. His fingernail was the first big one, and the rest of the arithmetic was shaved and tidy. Of course, the little fingernail was much shorter and seemed to be hidden in the flesh. Because I am very interested in legs, until now, when I am twenty-six years old, I immediately look at every girl I see, but I must also say that I like it very much. The soles of everyone's feet may look uniform, but it is the toes that make a beautiful paddle and throw the other foot out of sight. But I confess that the woman's foot was generally the most beautiful I had ever seen. I did not dare to approach his legs, so from this distance I could not recognize how flat and white their legs were. Whenever they moved their feet very lightly, their toes would shake and the tiny bones of their toes that reached to their ankles would appear, and then they would hide inside the delicate skin of their feet. It was as if they were playing rocket with me. I felt like I was talking to his feet and his feet put me to work. About half an hour later, my uncle's wife returned with a sound of deep breathing, exactly one hundred and eighty degrees, but this time the sound of her breathing was deeper than before, and this indicates a heavy and pleasant sleep, and consequently the promise of minutes and maybe happy hours. It was for me, this time it was the soles of his feet that smiled at me and invited me to more excitement and excitement. I slowly lifted him to his feet. From a few inches I looked, I could see that her legs were much more beautiful than I had imagined. His feet did not seem to be dirty. The color of the sole of the foot from the end of the heel and along the armpit to the toe and the beginning of his toes was a thicker color of the skin of his feet. Color similar to bold orange. His left foot was below his right foot, but his right foot was completely out of the sprayer with ten centimeters. The sole of his right foot was stretched and completely flat. The arch of his leg was white and the small veins protruding from his leg made it more beautiful. The arch of his legs seemed to be cleaner than the other parts, but I knew that I should not move my tongue that way and I had to spend most of my time in the rough and relatively hard parts of his legs. That's why I chose the heel end as the first night hunt. I sniffed the floor. There was not the slightest odor from his feet, only a very slight odor of sweat came from under his toes. I held my breath in my chest and clenched my tongue and sharpened its tip and stuck it to the end of the heel. My tongue hit his heel and I was more excited, but very soon I was out of breath and so I pulled my head back and took another deep breath. I could not breathe while licking because it was possible for my uncle's wife to wake up by eating her breath. Slowly I started pulling the tip of my tongue to the heel. The tip of the tongue is the most sensitive part of everyone's taste. That's why I felt the sourness of his heels on the tip of my tongue. It is as if they have seasoned food. I pulled my head back again and took a deep breath, but decided that from now on, I should inhale and exhale very slowly so that I do not need to hold my breath. This time I cut the tip of my tongue a little and stuck it to my uncle's heel again. واااااااااااااااااااااااا. As he rubbed my tongue, the sourness of his heel increased. It is as if they had set fire to an oil depot. The delicious sour taste of his heel pulled me to my side. I moved my tongue very slowly towards the five. A tongue that, like a metal detector, was looking for something. Which created subtle non-geometric shapes, I moved. The intensity of the spraying concentration was increasing every moment. I could not believe that his legs were so sour. Legs that looked much cleaner than that. Little by little, the smell rose and my nose turned to itself. I took a deep breath and sniffed the smell of my foot to the end of my lungs. I wanted my whole being to understand this beauty. The smell of feet on the one hand and the thick taste of dirt on the other hand drive me crazy to continue this state. But I did not want to lose control and not notice my uncle's wife waking up. I thought to myself that because my uncle's wife always wears socks, even in their own house, that's why her feet are so soft and beautiful and seemingly clean, and the external dirt from the dust of carpets and shoes and so on. نچسبیده. And it really was. He always wore socks, and this was the beautiful taste of the sweat on his feet, which after a long time of walking and the heat of the house,… evaporated from his feet in these few days, and as they sat down, they gradually dried in the form of a thin layer on the skin. The idea of this thin layer of pus stuck to the inside of the sprayer made me move to the inside of the sprayer and mourn there as well. I moved my tongue on the small veins of this part of her legs and licked each of her veins. As a precaution, I raised my head and looked at my uncle's wife. It turned out that I was still asleep and still unaware of the pleasure of each of the sprinkling cells on a warm, moonlit night at the end of May, when I returned to my original work. The moonlight shone on the lady's feet through the window and caressed them. When I turned my head, I saw the moon standing right in front of us. It was as if the moon was also curious and wanted to share in the joy of my lonely night. The moonlight shone beautifully on the lady's feet. The glow had started from the toes of their feet and had created an incredibly beautiful luminous vertical line to the heel. But it was still dull under my toes, and I knew it was time now. I have suddenly felt that all the creatures of nature are jealous of me and beggars are looking at me. I had a strange sense of pride. Just like someone who has found a gold statue under the ground, I looked at the lady's feet and, wishing it would last as long as a hundred years, I started licking under her toes. I rubbed my tongue relentlessly against his fingers and turned a little there, I had a strange feeling. I had spread my tongue wide and rubbed it under her fingers. Because of his long fingernails, his thumb was more noticeable. I lifted my tongue from the heel to the tip of his finger and repeated it again and again. The last time, when I reached the tip of his big finger, I sharpened my tongue and put it under his long fingernail. A little while I searched there, the very salty taste of my nails made me more greedy. Although he was a bit lacquered and nothing could be seen on his nails, but despite his appearance, his clothes were full of dirt and grime. All the while, I was looking for dirt on my lady's feet, as if I had found something precious, and I continued my work with all my heart. But I was very upset by this fear. I wished my uncle's wife would wake up now and happily let me lick so that I could do my job safely. I hit the last wire, so how good it was that he understood everything, maybe he would be happy too. But not if he gets upset and angry. What? I went to the other finger and licked his tip. I stuck my tongue left and right under his fingers like a razor. A few minutes later, I went to his little finger. I felt a very thick taste on my tongue that I put on this finger. A taste between sour and salty. I could feel a piece of crushed dirt stuck between his little fingers. I slid my tongue back into her little finger and pushed it back and forth. Then, when I felt that all the pus was mixed with my saliva, I swallowed it all with pleasure and swallowed it. در گلوم. I could clearly feel the beauty of her legs. I changed my position and brought myself in front of the lady so that I could serve with her legs. I was scared until I saw the beautiful face of my uncle's wife. Lest he wake up at once. But this time, when the pleasure of the lady's legs, especially by swallowing sweat and dirt and the dirt of her legs, had taken root deep inside my being, I said to myself, there is nothing wrong with that. If he gets up, I will beg him and tell him how much I enjoyed licking his feet. This consolation from me calmed me down a bit. I bent down and started licking over his fingers. I put my tongue on her nails and ran left and right. It was as if I was rubbing my tongue on the glass. I moved my tongue to my feet and ankles. It was smooth and delicate but had no smell or taste at all. That's why I went back to my first place. I felt more secure here. When I turned my face to the floor again, I could smell the thick smell of the floor, which was very pungent. Yes, because I was in the soles of his feet a few minutes ago, I did not feel much of a bush. The smell really drove me crazy. I was really drowning in the beautiful sea of his feet. I was taking deep breaths and was unconscious. It was as if the soles of his feet, mixed with the saliva of my mouth, had created a sea full of pus and sweat that I was swimming in. I wish I could put my head on his feet and sleep until morning. I got up a little and went to the calf. The lady was a little shaky and the approach was almost to the ground. His head was sunk in the middle of the soft balloon. I stared at the sprayer. The very fine hair that seemed to be just coming out was evident in the skin of his legs, as if he had just cut his hair two or three days ago because the tip of his hair was just coming out and it could be said that the tip of the hair was level with the skin of the leg. It was a splash. It was as if my uncle's wife had spread the tablecloth for me that night. I put my tongue to the end and put it on a completely flat position so that it covers a large area of the leg. From the ankle to about ten to fifteen inches from the ankle, which protruded from the blue leggings with a chattel, I wet it with my tongue. I was looking for a sprayer, so I licked the same path with my tongue again. Slowly, my tongue felt salty, but not as much as the soles of my feet. Maybe I licked my leg more than thirty times. Believe me, the more I licked, the more intense and salty the taste became, until my saliva got used to it and I no longer understood anything about its taste. Maybe I had cleaned it and it had nothing left to smell. I used to lick her legs better and faster than the soles of my feet, because the more I licked, the bolder and crazier I got. I look at his feet with pride and I am proud that I once licked both of these beautiful feet, but this time I was better and more experienced and I knew where their feet have a lot of pus. That's why I went to the sole of the foot right away and put my tongue flat on the sole of his left foot. From the bottom of the heel to the tips of his fingers, I pulled my tongue as boldly as possible. It was like a lion that tore after a rabbit hunted and licked it proudly. But I did not see any trace of pus on the sole of his left foot. Because of this, I swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth and on my tongue to prepare it for the second phase of my work. I shuddered and shivered, spread my tongue flat on the floor, and moved my fingertips without pressing. I repeated this several times. Their left foot was under the leg of their right foot, so the sole of their left foot was wrinkled under the pressure of their other foot. When I moved my tongue, it was as if I was crossing a plain mountain. The roughness and roughness of this foot was more and this itself had given another beauty to the foot. Because from my experience, I now knew which part of their feet had more pus and smell and taste, so I immediately went to the tip of their little toe and dipped my tongue into it. I could feel that something was stuck in him and because I could not understand it with my fingers, I reached his account with my tongue. Gradually, as my tongue was crushed by the pus, my taste and smell increased. In short, I moved my tongue back and forth so much that it was clean and the taste was gone. I felt that my mission was to clean all the dirty areas, and that made me want to lick more. I did not know how time passes, but I knew the whole world from it. I thought I ate the best food in the world. Suddenly, Uncle's wife came back and shook her legs and made a sigh. My whole body became weak. I thought he would get up now and tell me what was wrong. After that, the rioters went to the public, and after that, let me fix it. I closed my eyes and waited for the lady to react strongly. I regretted all my work and was blaming myself. It was as if everything I had enjoyed had been taken out of my throat. A bad feeling bothered me somehow. Whatever I was looking for an excuse I could not match. What could I say? I said to myself, I will cry first and ask him to keep something for my mother and father. The thought of being beaten and shouted at by my parents made me sweat coldly on my forehead, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my head and face. I was wrong. I told myself that if the public or my parents found out, I would run away from home and go somewhere. Where the Arabs threw straw. Yeah, that's the best thing I could do. Because I can no longer look at my family's face. But it seemed like I was waiting too long. An hour later, my whole body ached from being in a bad situation. I slowly opened my eyes. Uncle's wife was asleep, but this time she was snoring. I made my sleeping pattern. I looked at the bouquet I had thrown into the water. His wet feet were almost dry. But now, unlike a few minutes ago, regret and remorse had taken over my whole being, and I was ashamed to look at his feet. I turned my back on my uncle's wife and pretended to fall into a deep sleep. A little later, my uncle's wife took a few deep breaths. She woke up and went to wash her head and face. I wondered why he woke up so early in the morning (or maybe in the middle of the night). I slept in the same state and did not move. I snored a little in my childish thoughts to make it look more real. Although I was blindfolded, I could imagine the lady's work, and when she returned she picked up the blanket, picked up the fabric she had brought to keep herself busy, and left about two or three minutes later. The sound of his footsteps kept getting farther and farther away until it stopped. I wanted to get up and close the doors and windows soon. Because I thought the public would come in with a roaring stick and beat me. Oh, I had gone too far. I told myself that if I licked at least slowly, he would not notice. I wish I did not lick at all. It took a while. But there was no news from the public. I opened my eyes. It was clear everywhere. I looked at the clock. Oh my God, it was exactly half past eight in the morning. I got up and packed up. I ate some bread and cheese without washing my head and face, but nothing came down from Gloom. When noon arrived, I said to myself, now for lunch, what would I do if my uncle Saddam's wife did it? How do I look at her face? If he once told me what you did wrong at night, what answer do I have to give him? Because of these two hours left until our school time, that is, around 11 o'clock, I left the house. On the way, I was just blaming myself. I licked my uncle's wife's legs from one o'clock at night until 7 o'clock. That means exactly 6 hours. In the evening, I could not return home. I wanted to escape from there. It was in these thoughts that I saw that I reached the door. When I knocked, my mother opened the door. I was expecting a strong flood and then a thousand bad ones. My mother did not say anything. He hit me in the cup. I felt like I had lost everything. Embarrassed, I lowered my head and greeted him. But he answered me kindly and even complained about why I had not gone for lunch at noon. My mother joined him sadly and an account was opened for advice, grievances and fights, but this was the sweetest fight I had ever had. I took a deep breath and just realized that I was so upset that day I decided not to do this anymore, but I could not. How I let go of the legs that were more beautiful to me this time than before. It is as if they open a jewelry box for a person and then tell him not to touch it. After that, until the age of XNUMX, my parents' mission met twice again, and the public woman came to me. And I just licked her legs in the same way. Now that I go back to the past, I realize that it is impossible that the public woman did not understand because she even talked to my mother several times without realizing my presence. And he said that he woke up several times in the morning because of a small noise. But when I licked his feet, you slept until morning !!! Maybe he wanted to protect family privacy and not lose respect. In any case, he was a Badright man who never came to himself. Because if he did, how would we look at each other now? Family relationships are maintained with mutual respect, not with the erotic gaze of each other.
