Hi, my name is Forough, I am 28 years old and I have been married for 10 years and I have two sons, one 8 years old and one one year old. I was born in a very religious family and I am a chador and my husband is Hezbollah. I am very scared and my lust has made me and my husband have two completely different faces, one is a religious face in the family and society and the other is a greedy, scary and sexy face in the house. Of course, my husband was not like that at all, but at my insistence, he was forced to do the same.
Now, once a day in front of the satellite, I satisfy myself with sexy movies, and once a night, my husband makes me, and I am almost always an insect. Let me say a little about myself: I am tall and big. Large buttocks, large breasts and high head. My hair is long and I am black and I am white and a little fat (because of the two bellies I gave birth to.) The type inside my house is very different from outside the family. And I like to put on make-up and perfume. Sometimes I do thick make-up several times from morning to night and I wear sexy clothes and I take pictures of myself and I dance and I film and I clean my make-up again and Again from the beginning.
I have an older sister who got married before me. I have seen sex very closely since I was a child, and maybe that is why I am so angry right now. Our house had two bedrooms, but we are a family of seven and there is constant movement in the house. I had seen Mom and Dad have sex many times, both as a child and when I was growing up. I remember my sister who got engaged, how many times I opened the room or grabbed their wrists by handkerchiefs and lips or while doing them. My sister was more insect than me. I remember her fiancé coming to our house, bringing her into the room, and from inside the room, the sound of kisses and sighs and ohs came to make her fiancé escape. Later, I was a little candidate myself. In the beginning, because I knew that the door might open at any moment and someone would come in, I was a little observant, but later, when I tasted the milk, I became careless about everything. I remember very well what days we had.
Maybe the day my husband picked up my curtain will be interesting to you. It was close to Eid when we got engaged and on the night of Eid and we decided to move house, my husband came to help us, for example. I was just discovering my husband's body that day, and since my body water came, we used to trap each other alone in different corners of the house and handkerchief each other. My husband, who was from Hezbollah and had just closed his eyes and ears to my body, understood the female body. It is interesting to know that my mother-in-law saw and liked me at the mourning ceremony of the House of Leaders. That day I was so numb with my breasts and buttocks that I was fainting. Things were coming to an end and the air was dark. The clothes were washed by the car and my mother told me to take them to the roof and spread them, and I accepted with a grunt. I was very happy when my husband came with me. I was walking up the stairs, and he, who had been badly beaten by the insect, was pressing his hand so hard on my buttocks and legs that I felt like my bones were breaking. I was spreading the clothes, which clung to me from behind, rubbing my breasts with one hand, and with the other, he put my skirt up and put his hand inside my shirt, and his hand was soaked in the water of my pussy. The mix of clothes was a prayer tent. I spread it on the roof floor and slept in the open. I took off my shirt and folded my skirt. The slight pressure of Kirsh went to the bottom of my body and only for a moment when my curtain was torn, my body shot, but I was in the clouds and I was doing it. I was satisfied in less than a minute and my husband came a few seconds later. I put on my shirt. It was the first time I saw and smelled semen. After that night, I lost count of how much semen was spilled on my face, face, thighs, breasts, abdomen and buttocks.
Before my marriage, no man had seen my hair or body, and I was always afraid of it. Until the night of our wedding, this fear disappeared. We were going to go to one of the gardens around Tehran to take pictures. When we arrived, we just found out that besides us, other brides and grooms had also come there with the photographer. I wanted to say a few times that I passed her and came back, but I could not say anything to my husband and I got out of the car for the first time without hijab and with very thick makeup. The thought that these grooms would sleep on the brides for a few more hours and how they would behave was frightening and turned on the water. Since we got out and sat in the car, I did not go to the copy I had taken before, and I enjoyed the look of the Hayes men.
When we arrived in front of the Azadi Hotel, I got out of the car. I am and I saw that he did this. I pulled my skirt with my hand. I pulled my skirt up. I thought so that my knees and even part of my thighs could be seen. بکن تپلی. I was crazy. That night, I was even horrified to see the women in the family in chadors dancing in front of me in half-naked clothes. Women whose bodies no one but their husbands had seen, and now in what clothes they came in, some with small buttocks and some with large breasts and some with their navels protruding, some showing off their thighs. That night I realized that I was also interested in my own gender. In short, I kept myself up until the night to get home. I put my husband to bed on the bed with such violence that he looked at me in surprise and I took Kirsh out of his shorts. It was not time to gently split him. I had also learned from you the movies. How many times did I get up? I got up and got up. I tasted it, my mouth changed, I could not believe that it had emptied the juice in my mouth, I sighed and raised it. I was so angry that I was not feeling anything. On the one hand, I was angry with the hand that had emptied the water in my mouth, and on the other hand, because it did not satisfy me, I nodded and shouted and went to the room and closed the door. It came to my heart that I was cuddling until he started licking my pussy and I screamed so much that I was satisfied.
