Rilene's mom sucks and gives it to her son

Show us the life of a sexy movie. We all know that, according to psychologists

Most Iranians suffer from behavioral disorders, and in this disorganized society, many girls like me are sexy with family misbehavior.

Shah Kass School and the community choose the wrong path, destroy themselves and their lives

They do. I have a gentleman's father who is a wonderful man.

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Basically, all the people who know her are breastfeeding and she loves her.

Adamo takes the couscous and calmly looks at it, his words are full

Out of tenderness and kindness. He always looks good in class. The smell of her French perfumes drives adultery crazy. All my classmates love her and she wants a sex story to tell my dad.

I will introduce them and my father, with their kindness, has had sex with Iran himself. Lady

Our sportsman, under the pretext of seeing my father, takes me to his company to talk to him for a few minutes and calms down. He told me this himself. In short, my gentleman is really wonderful. He loves my mother and when my mother is 14 years old and my father is 16 and they fall in love and they get married at the same age, I will be born after a year. My father loves me very much because he no longer wants children. One day I went to the bathroom. I saw blood on my shirt. I was very scared. I had changed my mind. I had not been like this before. I had heard from the girls's curtain, I thought it was torn, I did not say anything to anyone until the morning. Explain that this is your first period. Tell your mom what she knows to do. And that day he took my leave and sent me home and said that I would talk to your mom myself. I did not quite understand what the last word meant. When my father came to my house, I was asleep, but I knew that my mother would hug him until he entered the house and comforted him with her kind lips. I had seen this caravan a lot. Baba looked at me with that dry taste that took everyone's heart and said yes, my dear. I said yes, Daddy. Ten days passed from this story until I changed my mind. Mom was right. I had grown up. I looked at men and boys differently. I looked at my mom's breasts. I spend most of my time with my father. I was happy with him. Baba always sacrificed my truth. I kissed him. I wore the clothes that my father had bought me, white shorts and a blouse without pink sleeves. The one that was not in the room behind his desk. I lay on my stomach on the bed and he followed me. I wanted him to hug me tightly and kiss each other, so I felt the warmth of his hand on my legs. He clung to his chest as usual and kissed my face. The hands are very kind and loving. He understood that I was satisfied (I reached orgasm). He knows how to calm the lady down. He rubbed my back and held me to his chest. It was so good that I did not know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was not home. I was thinking what to say to my mother. I decided not to talk to anyone about this except myself, Babaei. I missed him and I wished he would come sooner and take me to his arms. I took a shower and cleaned myself and now I have to come, Dad, I must know the meaning of this work well. We may be more comfortable together. I had made up my mind and I fell in love with him. His distance was like death to me. I went to my room with a towel and saw her. She goes to the window with her mobile phone and says to her mother. And like my mother, I told Amir Jan to bring me clothes naked. (Mom always came out of the bathroom saying this and Baba would take the clothes she had prepared and then get out of the bathroom wet for a while. She was a happy mom.) Baba said in a surprised voice, "My daughter, I am not my father, Amir Jan." When I realized that I was going fast, I said more with Naz Vashveh, but I would like you to be Amir, not my father. I grew up and I love you very, very much. Baba came forward and lifted me with the towel I had wrapped around me and took his armpits to the reception. I also said that my heart has two pillars, not my own hand. He said do you know what it means when you love someone? What does it mean? I mean, he loves you very much, especially if he's a dad. Sit here now so I can go and get you some clothes. I'm beautiful. I did not want to be away from her for a moment, but I waited for her. After a few minutes, I saw that Mahsa called and entered the hall and said, "Do you have any of these clothes?" A cream-colored shirt and bra set for cute girls that mom had just bought was in her hand. He gave it to me, he went to me, he quickly put on his clothes in his room, I threw the towel, I went to the shower, I stood in front of him, I said, "Did I become a lady, Daddy?" Without saying anything, he attacked me and I ran away (my usual job). I ran to their bedroom, closed the door and grabbed it tightly. He opened the door with a small force. He kissed me just for loving me, but I was completely insecure. He understood this well. That's why he kissed my whole body, he started kissing me, my neck, neck and chest, pressing me with a bra and with my knees, which continued for a long time until I was satisfied and Saddam could no longer understand. He kicked me from my knees and licked my whole face until I kissed him. I felt the heat of my breath on my kiss. Saddam came again. I did not even know what I was saying and what I was doing, I just know, I was shaking a lot, I was rubbing myself with Baba, I took my hand, I saw my wetness, I was soaking wet and I started to rub, I was upset, I did not know what to do I started crying as I slept. Dad hugged me and kissed my tear-filled face and licked my tears. I love him so much that I can not believe my father. He never came to Rome and realized with his behavior that I should be able to control myself. Now I know the meaning of everything. In order not to make a mistake, I study and ask whatever I want. And to behave like perfect human beings and not play with anyone's feelings, I wrote these.