Hello to all erotic friends, this story is gay, so if you do not like it, do not read it. My story goes back to last year when I had a friend named Ramin. It started there that Ramin, who was sitting next to me at school, was pouring cream on the head of the class, and every now and then he would rub his hand on my ass. He was gay. We saw this on the way home and we became very angry. Ramin told me to go home. We summed it up and Abmon came to us every day. We had to go to Ramin's house. We had a fight. Their blood was empty. He would bring and we would wear a chador for his mother and uncle, but even though his mother was a chador, I would say that Ramin was also unhappy. You used to travel for me, he would send me photos of his mother and brother-in-law, he would say, hit me with this, so that I can come and fight with him. We were arguing. His mother came home earlier than usual and we were in the room until we heard the sound. We gathered ourselves. I did not hurry, I said I was going home, my mother was upset, my mother said, Ramin, I am going to throw the garbage. He fell to the ground and bent over. Kunshu rubbed me. At that moment, I went to the last space. I accepted, of course, I used to spray more and go with my hand I was yelling, oh, Ramin, he was more like a girl. Oh, he used to sigh, but later, in order to make me feel better, oh, he used to sigh more.
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Date: March 19, 2019
