Ever since I was a little girl, in the parties where I danced, all the victims of my sincerity used to say: What a clever village it is, as if it had been a lifetime of dancing. I also tilted more to get my attention. I used to go to the dance tunes to learn better. I realized I had to be able to rotate my buttocks and waist slowly and shake my chest. Of course, my breasts could not tremble until I was 17-16 years old, but I was able to do it anyway. I was very careful in choosing clothes to be beautiful. I was the dance star of every house, they would shake my hand and I would bag them. I was addicted to this pleasure, I was looking for clothes and training before every ceremony and these things, I really had no purpose other than to attract attention.
The weekend was a party and I wanted to try on my new clothes. I always went to my room and locked the door from you to get to work easily. I did not close the door that day because no one was home. I went to the clothes. First I wore a pink T-shirt, without a bra. I went in front of the mirror, my breasts were exposed, their nipples were sticking out. I nodded to myself, my breasts shaking and trembling like jelly. The boys like this scene very much, but they do not know what the pain is like around this period. I took off my T-shirt. I had bought two or three types of bras to see which one shows my bigger breasts, the one with the nipples rolling out. I knew it had to be smaller. I had bought a black lace, I tied it tightly, it was a tight bite and it pressed on the breasts, but it made them grandeur: the breasts that normally hang down are rounding themselves up. I danced a little to see what the view was like, when my arms clung to my sides my breasts came forward and became sexier. That's what I approved.
Next question: pants or skirts? Well, the skirt that gives rise to more dancing, the wheels that you put on the table are full and fall out, everyone wants to see it below. So what shorts should I wear? I took off my pants, wore white shorts: Wow! The wool was visible. I have to hit them. I took off my shorts and went straight to the bathroom. I fell with a razor into my hair. Lamasb was slow and sighed. I told him to pick up a new razor from my grandfather. I went naked in her room, I looked in her drawers to find her. I ate it for five minutes like a peach. I poured some water on the bottom of my body, threw a towel on my shoulder and put a razor on Josh's head. I came to pull the drawer with both hands when the towel fell. I went back to get the towel and it hit me dry once. My grandfather was watching from behind the door. His shorts were down and Kirsh was in his hand. I screamed briefly and immediately grabbed the towel:
- Dead humiliation, what are you doing here? Why low Schwartz? Didn't you go to university?
- What are they doing in my room, madam? Tell me the truth, for whom did you make yourself? From the beginning, I saw all the work you did, you were so playful that you did not understand that I came. You have to say who are you with? Who do you want to hurt someone, otherwise I will arrange it myself.
- Shut up dirt, I'm not with anyone, be ashamed!
- See who teaches us ethics.
In the same way, he straightened up with his back to me. Out of fear, I went to the corner of Romo's room, to the wall, and asked him not to bother me.
- It's your fault, you made me an insect, you have to pay for it yourself.
- Shake my hand, let me go.
He approached me, brought his fist up to hit me on the head, for example, I unconsciously crouched down, he pulled the towel from my body, once I felt something warm go next to me. Then he punched Hamo in the chest with both hands. I was very scared.
- Do not get dirty, I'm my sister.
- You caused it yourself, you made a fuss like a jerk, you sharpened the strip, I will not let you down.
I gathered all my strength to escape. I turned around with a wheel and pushed him to run to the door, but he grabbed Mohammad by the back and threw me on the bed. I was going to shake myself. Twice I felt Kirshu throw it at me. I trembled with fear.
- I will not let you do it, you can not force whatever you do, because I will not let you.
When it was loose, I pulled myself out from under it, got up halfway to get up, and took my hand from behind.
- You can not miss me.
I was left with what to do, now we were sitting side by side on the edge of the bed and my wrist was behind you and I could not move. I was looking at Kirsh, who was bigger than before. I was horrified: Does he really want to do this to you?
- Well, I'm not going to, but I have to let you play with Caso Conte, eat your nipples.
I said to myself, well, it's better than no one tearing me up. I was crying.
- News of your death, finish whatever you have sooner.
I did not have a deadline. I lay on my back with my legs dangling from the bed. Ronamo opened it. I did not see what he was doing, he was touching my pussy, he was punching me, he was punching me. Then he brought Kelshu to my feet. Now he was doing the same thing with his lips and mouth. First, he put a lip in his mouth. He sucks. Then he went to the other side of the lip, then he put it all in his mouth. I still did not feel good, I just wanted it to end sooner. Then he put my feet up, stimulating my clitoris with his lips and tongue. How did he know this? His tongue was moving up and down beside my pussy, and one of his fingers was playing with my hole. I was already carefree. Slowly I got scared. I like to lie. I relaxed myself. It was the first sexual experience I had inadvertently given in to. Before that, I had only heard the taunts, or the Hayes boys on the bus, that I had been beaten, which was a lot. He ate Kasmo for two or three minutes without stopping and walked away. Sometimes he was cuddling, sometimes he was a little rough. I finally experienced my first sexual gratification. When the strokes of his tongue focused on the sensitive point, I felt my heart tighten, then it was as if small balloons filled with water were bursting there. Involuntarily, my hands went to her head, I grabbed her hair and pressed her head to my pussy. Then I left in a daze. He got up and went to sleep. I did not know what he wanted to do. He ate my chest a little and went to Kassem again, this time with Kirsh, I did not have a sense of confrontation, I did not think he would do anything dangerous, but he had put Kirsh's head in Kassam and he was slowly moving back and forth. It was so slippery that it could easily go in and out. Little by little, he reached a place where he could not go any further. I subconsciously clung to my legs so as not to move forward.
- Be careful not to parm, I'm miserable.
- Do not be afraid, I'm careful.
He pulled out, slept in Rome again, grabbed my chest, then put his hand under my waist, gave a push that I said my bones broke, I was a little satisfied again. I moaned, she moaned and I felt a hot liquid erupt on my stomach.
In the bathroom, where I was cleaning myself, different thoughts came to my mind: on the one hand, I was happy that I had been lucky, it had not gotten worse. On the other hand, I had sex, which was delicious. What should I do if he comes to me again? I have to be careful not to work instead of narrow. I immersed myself in a lukewarm stream of water to help forgetfulness and tried not to think at all.
