Addicted to sex

Well, the story, and I start from the fact that the first time I masturbated, I was about XNUMX-XNUMX years old, and I was in the bathroom, and I was walking around with my shovel, not because I was masturbating like this, unconsciously. I was connected and my body was shaking, I do not know how long it took, but I fell into a wedge and waited until the next day, and again in the bathroom, this time more fun and less time, I still did not notice that I was dehydrated. When he came, I put a drop in the muon with my friends and slowly took pictures of sexy chewing gum and put them in front of me and saw that the women's body was interesting to me. It was enough. Her baby was breastfeeding and I saw her and she became the subject of masturbating for XNUMX or XNUMX months. I gradually grew up thinking about sex with the opposite sex. Of course, I only reached her breasts and once or twice I touched her pussy. Someone was spinning and sucking on the back of the pheromone, and I was rubbing her nipples, but she was caressing me more. I grew up and little by little, I thought of getting married. I was falling and I was falling to my knees. The place was arranged for me to meet with my comrades, but either no one came or it was personal. The day he was a sleep secretary, I told him to go to work. I went to his balcony. I called him a few times and touched his shoulder so that he would get up. I regretted his shirt, of course I can say that he resisted for a while, but because he was eating too much, he did not make much noise. Let me do my work. When I touched his shirt, I regretted it. He came and he started crying and of course he was right after that, that is, his cries because I told him to forgive him and he was a poet like this, but I imaginedThe fate of people changed, and my long hair, period, blood, and these things ruined my mood. But when I went to the bathroom, I imagined a suitable person who was tight and tight, and things like that, and I used to tighten and widen it with my own hands.