Sex with Zahra

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I'm Abi 18 years old and I'm a relatively handsome boy. The story begins when I went with them to Yazd's son to treat him. I saw a bus parked in front of the hotel and a few beautiful peaches got out of it. From Mashhad, we went there for prayers and stood together. We sat on the chairs that were nearby. We had a camera with which they all took a souvenir photo with me. I also liked her very much. I don't know how it was that everyone said goodbye and left, but Zahra Joon was still sitting next to me. We returned home a few days later.

One day I got Zahra's number from the shop, but she did not pick up the phone, so I became careless. A month passed. I had forgotten almost everything. One day in front of the shop, I was talking to some of my friends when I saw them. A girl stares at me and laughs. When I thought about it, I just remembered that she was the same girl we had met in Yazd. I was really surprised because she told me that our blood was in Bandar Abbas, but we lived in Minab. I complimented him, we went to the shop, he said you are so cowardly, why am I calling you, I was still confused, I said carefree, now that we are together, then I gave him my mobile number, which I had just got, from that day on, he would call me almost every day, but We had not had sex with each other yet. One day Zahra called me and said that tonight I would like to come home alone. I accepted. Remember to follow me again. It was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon when I closed the shop and went to Mohammad's house. Then we went together to the address given to me by Zahra Joon, but when we got there, no one was waiting for me.

I really forgot to say that Zahra had told my sister about me and when I asked her, she said that we are also incapacitated sisters and we are very comfortable with each other. In short, when we saw that no one was home, we were very upset. He was more angry and said that you were right at work, no, not at all. I did not have anything to say out of extreme sadness. It was too late. We returned to the mentioned situation very soon. I saw Zahra with her sister. At first I was scared, but when I saw Zahraro's face, I became a bad insect and in my heart I was afraid of how many kilograms. When we got home, she guided me into a room that was Zahra's room. Zahra and I, who were alone, were beginning to feel less and less. Zahra came out with a blouse that was very tight and her tender breasts were like two oranges, which made me more of an insect.

When we ate, there was a noise at the door. Zahra's sister's husband was locked in her room. Zahra's sister also went to her husband so that he would not doubt. I did not think that his body was so beautiful, he came to me and sat down, I took the opportunity and took a long lip from him. He was holding my back and he was pressing hard. After we bit our lips together, he unbuttoned my shirt. I also took off his blouse and we got naked. His other ear was pounding and he was moaning, which made him somehow understand that I should continue my work. Then I went to his shirt, I took off his shirt, his shirt was wet, it was clear that once he was satisfied, I put my tongue on his cunt and radiated it a little. He was very professional. I was also calculating. I was making a bag. Crazy girl, you know what I would say if I did this, it doesn't matter, from now on we are two others, but I did not accept that I really loved her in some way and I did not want to be bothered.

In short, I completely persuaded him to do it from behind, but before that he said that I should first spray it on my back for a quarter of an hour, which had cracked a lot. When I pressed it a little, he gave it to me, then he went and brought a cream to lubricate my back with it. I also rubbed it on the buttocks. I let out a loud scream that if I had not taken it in my mouth, all the neighbors would have been aware of it. I was there when I suddenly felt a strong current of water pressure pervade my being. I told him that my water was coming. Even though we fell asleep, I hope you liked my story.

Date: December 24, 2017

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