I was a boy, 14 years old, sexy movies, maybe 15, what difference does it make?
How long will it take me to knock on this door for nothing? Baba was very busy in the sexy house.
Especially Shah Kass, that tomorrow after tomorrow means the same as our respect
It was getting worse. He told me at dinner that I wanted to go
I have to get used to it
That's your mother's place..I said: Mother, not Baba's breasts. We didn't talk anymore. She woke me up early in the morning.:Let's go.
I had to go. Kos was full of snow everywhere. It was cold and cold. I knew
He did not want me to come to respect him. I said I was going to Karaj. He did not say anything. In short, I separated from him in front of my permanent garden. He left. The misery of sex The story was that
There was no one in the garden either. It was very cold, an Iranian sex two or three
I went back and forth for an hour, but it was useless. How long did I have to leave? Smoke was rising from the garden next to my hand. He asked me to come and call from there. It was a big garden. The heat in the house calmed me down. He was walking in the cold snowy garden. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon. He told me to go to the garden. He lit a corner of the fire and we sat by the fire. He was talking about many things. Let me say my name is Javad. He was holding my hand in his hand and he was cute. He was cracking his feet and laughing at his ridiculous words. He was licking. He was telling me: It 's cold, no, no, I'm warming you now. I had no such experience until that day. He unzipped and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled his hand aside. But my ear was breathing and he was saying no, there is nothing wrong with me doing nothing. My shirt was irritating me with his fingers. It was hard for me to breathe. Honestly, he was grabbing me under my pants like crazy. Little by little, I relaxed and lay down with a push from Ardalan. On the one hand, the flames were warming my face, on the other hand, my feet were freezing. I had no power. I waited involuntarily to see what was working. He pulled down my pants. When I got colder, he pulled my shirt down. I could feel his face and lips on my buttocks, even his breath hitting my skin. I regretted it, but it was too late. He did not let go. I lay down and sucked my frozen ear. He shook his pants a little and tried to rub Kirshu on my head and face. I covered my face with my hands. I was lying on my stomach. They rubbed my hole. He started to press slowly. I could feel some of his warmth. I was in pain. Kirsh had entered my body. Ardalan's weight on one side, enduring this pain on the other side. I was a little used to him, he started to move. I had fallen like a donkey in the hatchery. He was relieving me. I was in a bad mood. My head was confused. I was smiling again but he continued. I pushed his hand back. He clung to me tightly and emptied all its contents. We went together and sat in the room by the fireplace. We had dinner and it was not as if that had happened.
