You want to do this with this cute face

It is a sexy movie. She was a beautiful girl

That toughness and of course a pleasant mischief is rippling in his face. However, until sexy the night before, only in

Shah Kass's office participates in his stature and hard-working staff

I had seen that his seriousness ruled out the possibility of any kind of monstrosity, and hence, to such an extent

I had not realized its great beauty and charm. In late summer, the village

Unlike in previous years, the coast was larger than the nipple. When I accidentally found out that he was spending his vacation there

Will do so, unconsciously and without any hope - even without it

To find out if a man was accompanying her or not - I walked in front of her and rented a villa next door. Never the sex of the story so much

He has not felt sex in an emotional, involved and fascinated Iran

I was. At the age of thirty-five, it was a completely different feeling from what I had experienced before. But now I had become so enamored with the delicate and pleasant creature that, without knowing what I was doing, I had driven for hours to breathe, at least in the air that my beloved inhales. It was a little before midnight, he arrived and my wait was over. On the platform in front of the villa, under a cloudless sky, I listened to the sound of the sea waves and tried to make rings with cigarette smoke. I was surprised to see him. With a tenderness I had not seen in him before, he asked: - Are you here too? I said: - The organization always rents this place for its managers. And I foolishly emphasized the word "managers". After a few months of business dealings and correspondence between their company and the organization I worked for, we got to know each other well, and my vain emphasis was solely on childish selfishness. Despite his stubborn opposition, I helped him get his stuff in. . I said sarcastically, "Although I admire your independence and self-reliance, must you have thought too much of the inevitable and eternal loneliness of self-sufficiency?" What do you get from independence? If you repair your own plumbing yourself, it's not called independence and self-reliance. And I added sarcastically: North Korea is sitting on black soil with the same gaze. I said goodbye and closed North Korea calmly behind me at the villa. More disturbed than before, I went home imagining the beautiful face and beautiful body of my beloved. His fascination with the clothes he wore for his night's trip had increased two hundredfold, and alas, it had increased me two hundredfold as to why I had not tried to cross the wall between myself and strangers before. I made some tea and worked hard. I often climbed to the top of the villa attic to watch the whiteness of the waves fading a few tens of meters away. Less than a minute later, a light shone from the roof of a nearby villa. My subconscious and trembling feet slipped from ceiling to ceiling and stepped toward the source of light, although something inside me was terrified that what I was doing was against moral principles. The light in question was actually a light shining from the skylight of my favorite bedroom. I was hesitant about what to do. Eventually I overcame my doubts and lay on my chest. I cautiously walked through the corner of the skylight and looked inside the house. A Prigone girl, wearing only underwear, stood in front of the mirror, drying herself with small towels, and Ibessa enjoyed her beauty. Drops of water were dripping from her beautiful hair, and it was clear that she had removed the round trip under the shower. What I saw was more than I expected or even dreamed of. The protrusion of her breasts, which hung like two lustful lemons on a branch, was clearly visible from above the skylight, and the small bra she wore hid only the tips from the angle at which I was lying down. As he bent down to lift his shoulder out of his handbag, I almost cried out in astonishment and praise. Her mesmerizing and trembling hips were revealed through what she was wearing, and my mind was drawn to and fro with every movement. In fact, only a narrow band passed through her slit; What he was wearing added to the temptation to squeeze his happy limbs. The little girl was getting ready to go to bed. Once again, an inner fear came over me. I was ashamed of what I had done, and I thought to myself that if he or anyone trapped me in the attic of the house, my embarrassment would be much greater. However, before I could pull myself back, the light inside the villa went out, and I was afraid of being seen in the dark on the roof, which shone in the moonlight. I slowly slid back and the next moment I fell asleep in my bed with a mixture of heterogeneous and contrasting emotions. The first time I went to the company office to follow up on computer parts, I met him, and in that very initial conversation, I felt something burning inside me. Unfortunately, in subsequent visits, the seriousness of his behavior and the coldness of his speech caused me to run away from him slowly. I thought to myself that although the creation had not neglected the design of his body and face, it seems that he had forgotten his gender while adding tenderness and elegance. However, in the next meetings when I saw his behavior with his relatives, I realized my false suspicion and realized that his apparent coldness was not in his nature; Rather, it is used as a defensive tool against aliens to protect themselves, or perhaps to prevent them from being disturbed, unaware that although the blades of a rose protect it from the infestation of the plant, it may be the gardener in love. Bari, my constant visits to the company caused him to gradually get acquainted with me and more or less reduce his seriousness. Sometimes he added to his lovely smile, eye movements and eyebrows that disturbed my soul and psyche, but I never saw any more signs of him. I became more and more acquainted with him, and the more I saw him, the more I fell in love with him and dreamed of being with him; But there was no opportunity to satisfy my inner desire. Eventually, during a phone conversation with a friend, I found out that she was going to spend her vacation in a seaside village; A villa town on the North Sea that I had known for years. I ambushed in the morning to meet my beloved when he left home. It did not take long for my expectation to be met. He would go to a nearby store for breakfast. I stopped him and invited him to have breakfast together. He accepted with great hesitation. I could not contain myself from the happiness that I was trying not to reveal. He took off his outer clothes and sat down. It was more beautiful and attractive than what I had seen the night before the skylight. Unconsciously, the image of his half-naked body sat on his face, trapping his breath in my chest. The depression in the corner of his mouth ignited the fire of kissing them inside me. I asked: - Do you always travel alone? - Yes. - Without a companion, is it not a problem? - Is it for you? He was right; I did not know what to say. It seemed silly to point out the difference between men and women, and I knew the answer in advance. I said again: - You do not want a partner? In Anzali Wetland, water alleys flowed through the tall reeds, as if they had no end. The water alleys that led to the sea branched off or joined together in a labyrinth. At their junction with the sea, they rented small two-seater pedal boats to passengers. The owner of the boat said: - Do not go too far; Soon it will rain heavily and change the shape of the lagoon. You will not find your way back. The old man's words seemed meaningless to me. The return route was on the same side as the water flowing and eventually joined the sea. Besides, in that late summer heat, the rain, which was so heavy, was strange to me. I took her hand and helped her sit down. With the pressure of the old man's foot on the boat, we moved away from the pier and pedaled towards the reeds. A little further on, several side roads opened up in front of us. We chose one and entered it. Moments later, the seashore disappeared behind the tall aquifers and plants that rose here and there through the swamp, and the regular flow of water almost disappeared. In fact, the water was rippling from all sides to the bank of the river, which was covered with a wall of reeds. We talked and rode without paying attention to the hot weather; And I, who was at the helm, was more enchanted by the movements of the little girl's legs, which cried out beautifully and disturbed my soul and spirit. Noon came and we rested in the shade of a shrub growing on a mound of soil and ate some of the food we had brought with us. I pointed to the sweat on his forehead: "I think you're tired." It's better to come back a little. - No, it's hot. I'm not used to sultry weather. I would like to go farther and discover its unknown places. He took off his coat and scarf and pointed with his finger at the cloud that had come over our heads: And we set off. The air was really cooler and a gentle breeze blew across our faces. The little girl's disheveled hair danced beautifully in the wind and sometimes covered her face. Her breasts were visible from the top of the top she was wearing, and they were moved and heartbroken by her effort to pedal. I did not remember experiencing such pleasant and sweet moments in my whole life. But in the midst of that deep joy, suddenly the air changed drastically and dark clouds flooded in from all directions. I said: - We have to go back. The girl nodded and confirmed what I said without saying a word. There was an innocent concern on his face. It was not long before the intensity of the wind increased and after that, an unprecedented torrential rain fell from the sky. The turbulent flow of water, disobeying our will, pulls the small boat in all directions and moves it up and down with strong shocks. The old sailor was right. It was not possible to find a way back in that situation. In addition, successive rains on our faces severely diminished our vision. It was possible for the boat to capsize at any moment. My beloved was shivering from the cold and was looking at him in horror. Suddenly, a small island appeared in front of us through the reeds, which was actually a large mound of dirt and rocks. I later learned that this small drought was the result of a tributary of one of the lagoon streams, which rejoined a little later. The island was covered with shrubs and insane willows that are resistant to sand and salt. Although finding such an island in the middle of the lagoon gave me hope that we had escaped the danger of drowning and drowning in the muddy and muddy waters of the lagoon, I was convinced that we had returned the wrong way. We reached the shore of the island with great difficulty. I tied the rope that was attached to the boat to a tree that looked solid, and I tested the knot several times. I thought to myself that if the rope were untied while we were on the island and the storm left the boat in the hands of the waves, there would be little hope of our survival and return; Especially since it seemed unlikely that anyone in the depths of such a swamp would find us and come to our aid. I threw my backpack on the shore and got off the boat. I held out my hand to the girl: "Mandana, give me your hands." It rained heavily and thunder could be heard in the distance. I do not know, but I know that if we continue on our boat aimlessly, we will surely drown. It does not take long. The girl got up halfway and tried to hold my hand. The boat slipped in the turbulent and muddy current and threw its beautiful occupant into the water. My beloved sold in the lagoon. I jumped up to him. The flow of water pushes him along the shore. I quickly took off my shoes and ran towards him. I was getting ready to jump into the swamp. But a few meters ahead, the girl grabbed a tree branch and stopped. I took her hand and pulled her out of the water with great difficulty. We both fell on the beach. Suddenly he burst into tears and cried loudly; So much so that the depths of my being caught fire from his innocence. It was wet with water and drowned in mud. Nevertheless, her beauty had doubled in the midst of the confusion and scattering of hair on her face. It looked like a shining jewel lying on the ground. I hugged him and kissed his forehead. His body trembled from the cold or anxiety, or both. I picked it up and we headed for the boat and my backpack. He showed the heel of my foot: - Blood is coming from the foot. I just noticed the pain I had in the heel. He had cut a piece of glass on my leg as I ran barefoot. I said happily: "So it turns out that this is not so far from the reach of people. And of course we quickly realized that the island is bigger than what it seemed in the beginning." In fact, we set foot on the island's cape, which was surrounded by reeds and shrubs, and the deeper we went, the more it expanded on both sides. I picked up my shoes and backpack and headed for the ridge behind the insane willows, hoping to find a rockboard or shelter to protect us from the rain. A little further on, to our surprise, we found a small hut hidden from view behind the bushes and dense trees of the island. The hut was more like a hunting lodge, which was the residence of hunters in the fall, when migratory birds migrated from northern Russia to the Anzali Lagoon. Its length and width were less than four steps high and, with the help of several pedestals, it was approximately one meter above the ground. I cautiously climbed the wooden stairs and made my way into the hut. Inside it was more or less tidy, and cooking utensils hung from a wall. The floor of the hut was also dilapidated. - Mandana, come on; No one is here. The little girl, having gathered herself from the cold, came in and looked around with hesitation and fear. The air was getting dark and the light was shining blindly through the small windows into the hut. The song of rain could be heard on the canopy of Aleppo. I found a round lamp in the corner and lit it with the lighter I had in my backpack. The girl put her hand on the lamp to warm herself. The stone stove of the shed was full of dry wood and firewood. I took out some firewood and lit the rest. Light and heat rekindled the hope of life in me. I put a fur coat on the kilim in front of the fire and took my beloved hand. Sit here. You are warming up now. It is very cold. Because your clothes are wet from head to toe. You have to get everyone involved. Oppose the nod. - Girl! You do the work yourself. It does not last like this until morning. He looked at me with doubts and questions. A charming oppression waves in his eyes. I wanted to kiss her cheek, but I held her hand so as not to drive her away. He stood behind me and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His coat and scarf were left in the boat. I helped him take off his shirt. I reached out and unbuttoned his pants, which were filled with the muddy water of the creek. With every move I made, he resisted, but without saying a word, he took off his pants. His protagonist shone in the slippery light of a circulating lamp and the fire of a stone stove, and my heart sank inside me. He wore the same short shorts that did not cover much of his tempting buttocks. I reached out to untie her bra. "No, I'm drying it on my body," he prevented. "Look how wet it is." سینه‌پهلو مي‌كني. Do not worry, I will not look. Despite his opposition, I opened his bra. Standing with his back to me and facing the fire, he raised his arms and placed a cross on his chest. I found the little towel I had brought to protect me from the sun from the bottom of the bag and threw it on my beloved shoulders. The towel covered her a little below her waist and the girl wrapped it tightly around her. I reached under the towel and gently pulled down her wet shorts. Useless resisted. . . I knocked out of the hut. In the middle of a stone pit I found clean rain water and filled the kettle and bucket I had taken with me with water. I took our belongings from the empty boat and made sure once again that the knot of the tree to which I had tied the rope was strong. The air was completely dark. I returned to the hut through the water holes. Within a short time I was outside, the hut was in order, indicating the presence of a woman. The girl had thrown some ham and its leftovers in a container and hung the clothes on the stool in front of the stove. He was sitting on all fours in front of the fire, wrapping a towel around himself. He turned away at the sound of the door opening. Tears welled up in his eyes and he stared sadly at the dots. I sat next to him in silence. He tried to hide his symbolic body in a towel. I said in a hushed voice: "I'm sorry." It's my fault that I brought you to this stupid pastime. Hatred waves in his voice: - No, I was the one who opposed your offer to return. I was just excited about that. . Could not continue. I hugged his trembling shoulders and pressed my face to hers: - No problem. This is a moment in our lives amidst the boring daily routine of urbanization. When this is over, you have some interesting stories to tell to your family and friends. He smiled hard; It was as if he did not believe that we could get through this incident safely. He wanted me to bring the dish. The fire of the stove had given a pleasant warmth to the small space of the hut, and the sound of boiling water inside the kettle, along with the sound of rain falling incessantly on the roof, had given both of us a sense of lethargy. I made small bites and put them in my beloved's mouth, because the girl, who had to hold the edges of the towel with both hands, had difficulty eating. I took the small bottle of liquor I had brought with me from my purse pocket and poured some of its contents into a copper cup: "Eat it, my dear." I held the glass close to his lips. Eat. He bit his lip and poured some of what I had poured into the glass. He drank a sigh with difficulty and raised his hand in confusion to take a bite out of the food container and remove the bitterness of the alcohol. As the arms moved rapidly, the towel moved to the side, revealing her beautiful thighs and breasts. He hid his girlish gap in the thighs that disturbed every viewer. I have never been so fascinated by the presence of a woman. Undoubtedly, if we had not been trapped in that particular situation, I would have immediately hugged him and sniffed his whole being: - Oh, it burned to my stomach. He pushed the glass back reluctantly. I took the rest of it without hesitation. His face was flushed. The drink was strong and extremely attractive. A fire broke out inside me and my eyelids became heavy. The tiredness of several hours of pedaling and the mental heaviness of what had happened to us had exhausted us. I threw some more firewood in the fire, dropped the window guard, and pushed a large, heavy box behind the door: "Now sleep well, darling." In the morning, we look for the way back. The girl said hesitantly: - Let me put on my clothes. . It is impossible for them to have dried in this air. You have to wait until morning. The air in the cottage is warm enough. And to be sure, I tried the clothes one by one by hand. When I touched her delicate shorts, something roared inside me again. I could feel the softness of his body on his underwear: - Sleep on the skin right here by the fire. I was lying on the bed. It was a broken wooden bed that was covered only with a mattress mat. I crumpled my backpack so that the girl could put it under her head instead of the pillow. The effect of alcohol was visible in his eyes and he was lethargic. He lay down slowly and pulled the towel from his chest to under his chin. He said with a smile: - That it does not cover a person anywhere. When I pull up to my chest, my lower leg becomes visible, when I pull up. . He wondered what word to use. We both laughed; Our first laugh was after getting caught in the lagoon. I got up and turned off the round light. The only flame of the stone stove brings a trembling course of light to the space of the hut: - Do not worry about going up and down anymore. Nothing is clear in this darkness. It was not so. The whiteness of the girl's body shone like a pearl in the semi-darkness of the room. There was a moment of silence. Do you still have those things? It made me warm. I jumped for joy and poured half a glass of alcohol. My beloved drank some of it, shook his face from the bitterness of alcohol, and handed it to me like a sweet child. I lost sight of his eyes and the light of the stove slipped on his face. I took the girl's delicate and beautiful fingers and put them on her lips. A faint smile settled on the corner of his mouth and he said good night, embarrassed, embarrassed mixed with the girl's mischief. I lay on the bed. My eyelids were heavy, but my sleep was not so heavy. The sound of my beloved's regular breathing signaled a sense of calm. It was less than an hour before I woke up in the middle of sleep and waking with the sound of his coughing. Alcohol had apparently dried his throat. I got up to give him the water we had boiled and put some wood in the stove. But what I saw nailed me in place. The girl had fallen asleep lightly on her stomach and had thrown the towel aside due to the heat. His delicate limbs had snatched the mind from my head. I was hesitant. I thought to myself that the coughs may have been intentional. He was breathing slowly, and his chest, rising like a juicy lemon through his white arm, was going up and down with each inhale and exhale. I looked down. Apparently, when I was asleep, he was wearing his semi-wet shorts. I did not know what to do. On the one hand, I was afraid that my inactivity would make me feel stupid in my heart, and on the other hand, I was afraid that my beloved would be really asleep and angry that I had abused his trust. I was left wondering if it was a dilemma or not. The cough had stopped and his eyelids were not moving. The girl had thrown her backpack aside and put her arm under her head and cheeks. Moments passed. He put one foot under his stomach and breathed slowly in the warmth of the fire. Eventually I overcame my doubts. The beauty of her naked limbs and her white, fat buttocks glowing in the dark of night left no way for her to resist. I knelt beside him and lay in silence. I threw one hand away. The sound of his breathing did not change. I hoped in my heart that he would be awake and that all of this would be a ploy to call me to him. I gently stroked her corners and hair and kissed her bare shoulder. In a voice that was barely audible, I called out her name: "Mandana, darling." She said nothing. "Mandana, do you want water?" This time the whisperers said, "No, thank you." Was. I ate one and pulled back a little. Without opening her eyes or making a move, she raised her hand and brushed my hair. He pulled his head to his cheek. You were coughing a lot. Do you want water baby? - No, you. . . Did not continue. There was no need. With the utmost tenderness, as I moved the crystal vessel and the feathers, I turned my beloved towards me and hugged him. I put my lips on his fiery lips. Eagerly suck and kiss them. I put my arm under his head and with my other hand, I caressed his soft waist and buttocks and pulled him towards me. He stuck his body to me. I loosely took off my shirt and wrapped my legs around it. Its pleasant aroma had intoxicated me and caressed my soul. I kissed her lips and breasts hard. As soon as I stroked her nipples with my tongue, her breathing intensified and she sighed from the depths of her being. I crossed my arms on both sides and drowned watching my beloved. He opened his eyes and smiled. He stroked my chest hair with his fingers. "Why do you look at me like this?" He asked in a mischievous tone, "because you are so beautiful." I lay on it to feel it with all my being. I kissed her neck and cheeks. The girl lost consciousness. We spent long minutes caressing and kissing each other. The touch of my hand to any sensitive point of his body was accompanied by a continuous sigh. I tried to reach into his shorts. He stopped and prevented my fingers from penetrating. With my other hand, I gently pulled back my hand and reached for what I was sitting on. Between his two legs was quite slimy and juicy, like a swamp of lust, and its wetness had spread to his thighs. I could not resist anymore. I half-woke up and slowly pulled down the only thing he was wearing that stood between us. "No," he said, without showing any resistance. . . Not . . His shorts were tubed above his knee and came off his feet. My beloved was lying completely naked in front of me. I slowly spread his legs; The most beautiful scene of creation was revealed to me. A beautiful, wet line between her unsteady, trembling, and mesmerizing thighs shone like a trail of deer venom on the snow, calling to me. I lay down next to him again and hugged him as tightly as I could. I wanted to give her a chance to withdraw if she regretted having sex with me or, under the influence of alcohol and the situation we were in. He did not do so, and the fire of passion burning in his eyes strengthened me even more in my determination. The little girl's voice was mixed with a longing sigh. His hand went to the zipper of my pants: - Take this off, hurry up. I quickly took off my pants. My beloved fell in love and grabbed and squeezed the penis, which had become harder and bigger than ever. We mingled and kissed and kissed each other's body: - Mandana, I love you so much, I want you crazy. Her eyes were drooping and her limbs were weak. He squeezed it again and said in a whisper that was unconscious: - I want you, be quick. And this time he added more consciously: - But baby, be careful. I pushed her on her stomach between her breasts and moved gently. With his eyes closed, he parted his lips halfway, as if trying to suck my limb. A strange pleasure lingered in my being. I pushed my penis forward and reached between his lips. He greedily put his head in his mouth and sucked. I fainted and swallowed it more in the girl's mouth. Unable to raise his hand, he took the diameter of it with his delicate fingers and prevented further penetration. However, the delicacy of his fingers around my penis made me more intoxicated and I squeezed it in his mouth, he sucked it a little and took it out of his mouth: - I am suffocating. He put his tongue under my penis and licked it. I jumped up. - Come soon. I want to. I got up from my lover, lifted his legs and put them on my shoulders. I put what he wanted on what I dreamed of; I took her diameter and pulled her up and down the girl several times. His breath, which was full of lust and desire for foreplay, was numbered: - Oh. . . بکن تو. . . I can not stand it anymore. I said out of mischief: - What should I do, my dear? He did not listen to my question and pushed himself forward and opened and closed: Do me! - What do you want? - Do not bother me. Do it again. . . I want . . . I want . . What do you want to be beautiful? He shouted: - Be quick. . . Ah . . . I want you with it. . . Do it. I was crazy. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to me with the fur underneath. I felt a thick, slit limb open and move forward. جیغی کشيد: ـ آي‌ي‌ي‌. . . Slowly, I can not. very . . . Ah . . . Oh you . . . I plunged what he wanted into with intense love and pulled it out; And again and again; With the same intensity. He was screaming and begging: - I do not want it to end. . . Leave it to you. . . Until the end. . On the eve of ejaculation, I pulled out my penis. Nalid: No. . . In the yard! - Come back, baby. چهاردست‌وپا; Turn around quickly! He turned with excitement and acceleration, got on all fours and lifted his hips towards me. I had the whole tempting and unique collection at my disposal. Excitement had taken over my mind. On the one hand, his well-proportioned limbs, round hips, and tight girl's channel had fascinated me, and on the other hand, his lustful words fueled my excitement and pleasure. I patted her buttocks a few times with my palm: - Be quick. . . Give. . .- I'm coming again. . . Tear it apart. . I rested my hands on her hips and threw all my weight on her. I plunged my penis into the hole, pulling it towards me at the same time. I stared with pleasure at the sinking point, occasionally gently slapping her buttocks. The narrow diameter of the girl's duct squeezes my thick limbs. I wondered how it would fit into such a thing. Sometimes, in deep dives, the head of the penis hits the end of the girl's vulva and makes her scream louder. Her hips trembled and waved due to strong shocks. I lay on her, opened my hips with my thighs and between my thighs, and lowered myself to the end again. Rubbing the coarse hair of my chest and legs on that white, smooth limb had heightened the excitement of both of us. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her juicy lemons in my fists. With each blow I inward, Mandana moved her hips and penis up; He seemed to want to make sure I was not stingy and did not keep anything out. - How well you eat, girl! I felt like her girl's hole was torn. Suddenly the intensity of his screams increased. Something seeped out of his hole. He relaxed: - Oh. . . Ah . . . wait . . . I can not go on . . . A little patience! Mandana fell to the ground helplessly. I was a little late. We were both out of breath. I knelt in front of him and asked him to sit on my raised penis. He got up and sighed loudly in surprise when he saw him: - Wow. . . How big. . . Was this in me ?! I took her hand and carefully placed it on my penis. Slowly, as he guided her, he sat on her until his favorite hand sank to the end in her soft, white vulva. He started going up and down. I put my hands under her hips and helped her to make her movements easier while sucking on her nipples. It was not long before our intermittent and continuous movements that I could no longer resist. Without taking him off, I laid him on the floor of the hut, lifted his legs, crossed my arms on either side of him, and plunged into him with brutal and aggressive aggression. It was not long before, amidst the girl's screams and eager desires, I pulled out my penis - wet and raised - with a sigh, and sprayed viscous fluid on her navel and the open line of her penis. I kissed her, thanked her, and lay down next to her. He put his head on my chest. I lit a cigarette and played with his hair. "Don't worry, darling," I said hopefully.