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I warmed up and went to take a shower. When I came out, I wanted more sex from Maryam than ever before
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I poured the rest of the glasses and took the nipple in the hall. First, under the pretext of complimenting the guest, I took her in front of Maryam. With
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My eyes were looking. He picked up a glass and I took the tray in front of my wife. I had deliberately grabbed the tray to remove the special glass. He also picked up sex stories. Later, another
We have to sit and wait. The fiery and charitable looks of Iran's sex Maryam, too
He was driving me crazy and I was scared that my wife would not understand anything. It was about twelve o'clock when my wife got up and went to sleep. He was fast asleep and could not stand on his feet. He turned to the bedroom and asked, "Do you not want to sleep?" Before me, Maryam replied, "Now that we are watching TV. You go to sleep. ”When my wife went to the bedroom, I was going crazy with excitement. I turned and looked at Mary. I saw that he was staring straight into my eyes as well. I said quietly, "Let him sleep soundly, then…" He was openly breathing. I was impatient myself. My back was so straight that his head was shaking. I got up and went and sat next to Maryam. I put my hand on her thigh and rubbed gently. He put his hand on mine and sighed. We both knew what we wanted without saying or putting it together. I put my hand around her waist and kissed her lip. Soon. He threw himself into my arms and brought the corner of his lips to my mouth. It was more hidden than I thought. I put my hand under his feet and placed it on my thighs. He also put his hand around my neck and put his wet and warm lips on my lips. What a kiss. I kissed her and rubbed the softness of her waist; He also grabs my hair and sucks my lips. One eye was on Maryam's face and one eye was on the bedroom door. I saw it could not be like this. I whispered in his ear, "Let me see if he has left a copy of his death." He kissed my lips again. He was more impatient than me. I took her hand and fisted her breasts; I said, "I am worse than you; "Just let me see if he's asleep." He reluctantly got to my feet but did not let go of my neck. We stood side by side and kissed each other for a long time. My breath was already heavy. I said, "You go to bed in my room. "I'm going now." And as I was walking towards the bedroom, I kissed her again and caressed her breasts. Nothing yet, my wife was asleep. He had fallen so heavily that if he hit the ball, he would not wake up. I was heartbroken. I turned and placed my breast on Maryam's chest. He had come behind me and was waiting. "Are you asleep?" Said the breathless woman. I said, "Like an elephant." And I did not procrastinate; I bent down and took him in my arms and carried him to bed. I took a kiss and went back. I turned off the hall light and the TV. It was our wedding night; Or at least he wanted to be. When I went to my room, he had taken off his shirt and was leaving his hair on his back with his underwear on. I went and crawled slowly under his blanket. I bent down on her breasts and put my breasts on the restless softness of her breasts and pressed. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment; A thousand unspoken secrets were in our eyes. He caressed my cheek and whispered, "I love you." And he wrapped his arms around my neck and he took my lips to hers. It was strangely warm and soft. Until three days ago, I could not believe that I could easily reach the person I was so passionate about. During the six years we lived together with my wife, there was never anything called love between us. We were found by our mothers, and all the while, we were paying the price for adhering to our mothers' careers. And God knows that if it were not for Mary, we might have split up in the very first year of our work. Maryam was my younger sister-in-law. They were four daughters, the first of whom was my wife, and the third of whom was Mary. The first time I saw Mary was on our wedding night. At first I thought he was one of the guests; But when my wife said she was his younger sister, I was speechless. The other three sisters, all three were as white as yogurt, and as slender as Nigelian; But Maryam Sabzeh Malihi and despite her young age, her body was very beautiful and full; With a medium height, black eyes and eyebrows and a face, although not very beautiful, but very cute and lovely. At first glance, I realized that this one had to be mine, and in the middle, there was a limp part. The next day, as we got to know each other better, we both realized that we were very similar. Even my wife understood this. I was thirty-two years old at the time, and Mary had just turned nineteen. She had a diploma in health and was just as quiet as I wanted her to be. From the first encounter, we became very close and we talked a lot. It was six years ago and in all these six years, I had the love of Mary; I was burning with desire. Many nights Mary would come and stay at our house. God, what restless nights I had those nights. I crawled around like a snake until morning and the desire to cuddle with Maryam drove me crazy and I had no choice. One night while our two sisters and children were sleeping in the hall, I was sitting on the couch, watching the Sherlock Holmes, for example; But my gaze licked the protrusions of Mary's body from the sheets. The worm was raised like Rustam's wand and I rubbed it with my hand in my shorts. Then, just as Sherlock Holmes turned his hand to the killer, and at the same time as Mary fell asleep, my hand got wet and watery. I went; But the fear of disgrace and the fear of losing that little pleasure of our conversation brought me back. It all started a few days ago: I was coming back from seeing a friend I saw on Mary's path. He went home from school. Maryam, like me, loved painting, and this became an excuse for me to insist that day she come to our house. On the way, we reached one of the parks at dusk. I said: Let's sit for a while. Who accepted and came. He was always with me and he was not out of my word. I put him on the couch and went and bought something to eat. When I returned, he showed me his paintings. Was fantastic. I also told him; He laughed and sucked on his fruit juice. I saw he could not have a better situation. I was not a little fat in my life. So, as I was staring at the painting of the sea at sunset, I sighed and said: "Happy is the man you are sitting with his wife." Ross says. You must be understood very much, Maryam Jan. you are so good. And when I saw his embarrassed smile, I added: "At least I understand this one well." He said: "Please." (I did not say that on purpose) I understand you very well because I feel very close to you. He exhaled loudly and said nothing. I looked under his eyes that the cold air had pierced his lips like a pomegranate and the desire to kiss them drove me crazy. I said: Destiny has strange games. I have to stay single for so many years to connect with your sister. I will know you later. He had not spoken to me yet. It was as if he thought I was handing him over the same broth compliments. I sighed and said: If they ask for another thousand years, I will be happy to meet you again. Me and you, (now it's time for me to take the second step) Let me tell you: We have a lot in common. Do you agree? He shook his head and said from inside his nose: "Oh, it was time; The game was getting where I wanted it to be. I shook my head and said quietly: Maryam Jan's strange destiny. (I sighed that:) I wish…. I wish I could tell you a lot. His silence meant something to me. It was hard so far. From now on, I memorized it like chess moves. I paused and said: Will you allow me to make a confession? I will have that. . . (And I was silent, which means) I wish Mary, I knew you before all this. Do you understand? I went back and stared at him. Then, I turned around and let him watch me. I said: I always curse my fortune because I lost you. I have been looking for you all my life. You were in my dreams, in my dreams, you were. you. you (And slowly I uttered the words of a hated person.) For a moment I felt that he wanted to say something. If he said something, maybe everything would fall apart. I turned and looked into his eyes. I said: It was played with the fate of both of us. You and I were created by God for each other. Did you know that? His eyes were scared. The beautiful blackness of his eyes kept running. I did not try. I said: Now that I have said, let me tell you that if it was six years ago, I would have come to your house and at all costs I would have owned you forever. I begged your father to have you. I wish you knew my heart, Maryam. I paused again to fully digest my words. Then I said: Let me tell you what fire I have been in for six years. Let me tell you how much you love me. Let me tell you how much… how much… I owed to the troubled man and then I said quietly: how much. . . I love you. My hands were really shaking. If that father-in-law finds out that I'm grabbing his daughter, if that woman smells my dominance, I'm telling her sister what I'm doing! I bent down and held my face in my hands. I said: I love you Maryam. I love you. This is what I want you to know. His breath was loud and shaky. I knew very well that this was the first time that someone expressed his love for her and that made me happy. We sat in silence for a few minutes and did not say a word. Then, when I said: let's go. He did not want to come first. I knew how he was. But he should not go home. We insisted on our house. Suddenly, when I turned the key in the lock, did not open the door, I turned and looked into his eyes, I said: I love you very much. This is the whole secret of my life. I love you. That night Maryam was so thinking and showed unconsciousness; My wife asked him how many times. At the end of the night, under the pretext of going to see if the room was not cold, I came and saw him sitting on the bed of my single time, which was now in my office, and he was staring at me. When he saw me, he looked at me dumbfounded. I whispered: Do you have anything to do? Nefi shook his head. I whispered again: I can not sleep at all. I want you to forgive me for what I said tonight. It was not my hand. I should not have told you the secret of my heart. I let the bass stay in my heart forever. With annoyance, he did not take his eyes off her. I looked at the bedroom and said: But believe me, I love you very much. very. I love you with all my being. He raised his head and looked at me with the same blurred look and said nothing. I did not really sleep that night until morning. On the one hand, he wanted to drive me crazy, and on the other hand, he had fears in my heart. The fear is that the story will unfold and everyone will understand. Fear that Maryam does not want me. From my room until the morning came the sound of Maryam's restless rolling. I knew well how he was. I had learned and experienced the sweet tremors of my first love many years ago. In the morning, after breakfast, I caught Mary alone and whispered in my ear: Do not go. Stay, I'm talking to you. He did not say anything. His silence was meaningful to me and at the same time, mysterious and terrible. Then, I used the headache as an excuse for my wife to go and leave the child in kindergarten. It was as if everything was going according to plan. My wife ordered me to Mary; She went shopping too. When we were alone, Maryam went to my room. You seem to be scared or ashamed of me. I got up myself and went to him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with the folds of his skirt. Oh, what a strange wish our companion was in this solitude. It was my room; But I shook his hand and said: Is it allowed? And without waiting for an answer, I went and sat next to him, but this time, unlike always, more sincerely and closer. He did not say anything. I said: Maryam… I… I… showed hesitation; Then I asked at once: "Are you not upset by what I said last night?" He said quietly: "I did not ask. I said: Do you hate me? Hate someone who loves a woman who… did not let me finish. Said no. What do you hate? I asked: Do you not hate me? Did he shake his head at all? He said: You said your words, your words. That is not a defect. But I could not believe it. It was tamed very soon. Where was that girl, who fell from the elephant's nose of my university classmate, who was pissed off and left? I said: But what? . I said: Very unreasonable. No? He said: It is unreasonable that no. I asked: So what? He came back and stared into my eyes. He said: It is very impossible. There is no end to it. I rested my hand behind his hand. I wanted to see if it had a reaction. But he did not say anything. I caressed the back of my hand and very gently, I crawled my fingers between his fingers. Now my hand was in mine. I said: My heart does not say this. He stole his gaze from my eyes. I said: A feeling always tells me that you and I were created for each other, a little late, but the end is ours. He looked into my eyes. I said: Do you not hate me? And I started rubbing my hand. Nothing had come to an end. I asked again: Do you not like me? He said quietly: For what? I asked: Will he come? Oh, how I longed to kiss her. I said: How do you feel about me? And I made my other hand the pillar of my body so that it was behind him; Ready to hug. I said again: Who am I to you? He took out his breath and stared at her. He wanted to pull his hand out and get up; But I did not let go of my hand and asked again: How do you feel, Maryam? He said restlessly: No. And he got up to leave. I did not let go; I said: Maryam! Who stumbled and sat down again on the edge of the bed; But this time closer and more in my arms. I quickly put my other hand around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. This was the first time I hugged him; But he was strangely optimistic and sensual. I said: Maryam! Nalid: Ali Agha! That I did not spare him and did not let him finish his speech; I put the hand he had been rubbing until now under his chin. I raised my face and looked into his eyes; I said: Just tell me. . . Do you like me? His eyebrows went up and he tried a little to get out of my arms. I said: Do you love me, Maryam? Who complains: What is the use? And I did it: I put my lips on hers for a moment and let go of her gentle jerks and her relentless effort to get out of my arms. It was a kiss he had been waiting for all night long and eager. It was a kiss to end it all, and a new beginning for both of us. Then, our lips were on top of each other for minutes. His lips were as hard as stone; But I played with them so much with my tongue that the end of his kisses was kissed. When our hearts calmed down, he put his head on my chest and said: We are crazy, what are we doing, Ali? (I was Ali, it was not a bad thing at first.) This was not the first time I had snatched a girl; But my whole body and hands were really shaking. I kissed the tip and tip of her nose and said: I love you Maryam. And suddenly something strange happened. Like Ernest Hemingway in Farewell to Arms, I suddenly felt that I had really loved her all these years. I said again: I love Mary. And I sewed my lips on his mouth. With each passing moment, the tension softened and her arms became more intimate. Finally, the moment came when I realized that he was completely lustful: between kisses, he suddenly put his hand around my neck and said to my face: Oh, what do you want? I love you, darling. And he pressed his lips softly and juicy to my lips. As his hands were around my neck, I hugged his waist and pressed myself gently on his chest to sleep. So it was. You slept quietly on the bed and I slept on his chest. My back was stuck like a dagger in my pants and I pressed it to his thighs and hips with my hand. Then, I removed the scarf from his head. It was the first time I saw him naked. I licked my lips on his face and licked his whole face. I licked and sucked her cheeks, the softness of her corners, her chin, her nose. Maryam had fallen into her breath and was forced into my arms. Only when I grabbed her big, firm breast and started rubbing it did she open her eyes and moan: What are you doing? Without answering, I continued to lick her face and at the same time rub her breasts gently and lustfully. God, what beautiful and firm breasts she had; I have loved such a head and chest all my life. Then, I gently put the same hand under his clothes and put his shirt up. If he had a green face, a very white body would be upright below that face. I put my lips on her belly and started licking. Then, when I pulled her corset and put the tip of her pink face and small breast in my mouth, she opened her eyes again and asked again: What are you doing, Ali? What do you want? I kissed her silently and pulled her breast again. I bit her nipple between my teeth and gently bit her; I rubbed it with my tongue and plucked the tip and sometimes the whole breast into my mouth and sucked it. He was so restless that he kept throwing his thighs around my waist. By doing so, her skirt was getting more and more pulled; So much so that when I pulled out her other breast and bit her red tip and face, her skirt was completely tilted and dropped around her waist and her red shorts were visible. Involuntarily I went to his bare buttocks and started rubbing in his thighs and under his buttocks. Another drunk was drunk. I took off my shirt with one motion and pressed my bare chest to her tight, trembling breasts. Little by little, I took his jacket off his collar and pulled out his corset. He rubbed the palms of his hands on my chest hair and asked again: What are you doing to me? It was as if he wanted to hear from me what I wanted to do. What do you want to do with me, Ali? I put my hand on his shorts over his shorts and said in his eyes: What we did a long time ago, baby. And I squeezed her pussy in my fist and sewed her mouth with a kiss. He complained: No. No, God. don't But he did not try to stop me. All his shorts were wet. His body trembled and throbbed so hard that I did not say. It was beating like a heart. As the edge of the bed had fallen to the back and was now almost bare, I crawled between her legs and put my lips over her shorts on her swollen chin. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He moaned: What are you doing? I said, "Hess." And I started rubbing her pussy with my lips. My mouth was wet and sour. I gently pulled the edge of his shorts with my teeth and held it with my finger. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and started licking. don't And fell back again. He was still holding my hair in his fist, but now he was pressing his head against himself. Then I slowly took off his shorts. It was amazing. His body was as smooth as a mirror. It was as if he knew what he and I were going to do today that he had been so stabbed. It was so wet that it was wet up to the middle of his thighs. I said: My love. And I put my mouth completely on her pussy and started licking and sucking with hunger. I was so lustful that I would collect the juice in my mouth and lower it. He was also half-awake and when he saw the scene of me eating, he would fall on his back and moan again. I put the cock in my mouth and forcefully licked her little cunt. I dipped my tongue into her slit and slid from bottom to top, swallowing her juice. Every time you saw this, he arched to himself and pressed his head more to his thighs. I licked and ate his pussy for about ten minutes until the moment came when I felt ready. I got up half-asleep and put my knees under her hips, lifted her to the edge of the bed and her thighs, and threw her on either side of my waist. I took my shorts and pants down from my lap and grabbed my back and wet my head with a spit and slipped it and pulled it to its slit and put it in its slit. Its moans and breaths were loud and loud. I rubbed my head against Chuck. I wanted Maryam to be purified with water. Then, I was still trying to push my back on you, when I saw the doorbell ring. Bad's not getting worse. At first I did not want to pay attention; But then I thought, lest a woman who has forgotten to take her keys and if I do not open it, become suspicious. It was with regret that I lay on Mary and kissed her. Then I opened it and picked up the iPhone. My guess was right. It was my wife who wanted to come up. I pressed the iPhone button and quickly, Maryam and I put on our clothes and I jumped behind my computer and Maryam sighed and sat down comfortably in the hall. Then, when my wife came upstairs, she went to the kitchen and whispered in Maryam's ear, "Stay the night." Who said: No. There is no. And I realized that the torment of conscience had come to him. But Kirim was not sad either; If he wanted to, he could not forget the taste of my embrace so soon. I knew that one of these nights would come and ask for my money. And so it was. And now, after only two days, Maryam and I were lying on the bed, hugging each other, upside down. My arm was under Maryam's head, and my other hand was gone. I lifted my lips from hers and said: I love you. Tonight is no longer mine. He said: Wake up, he can not, no? Basically, you and I are doing our job. Then I said more slowly: Do you love me, Maryam? He paused and said: I do not know. And I saw that he stuck his breasts more to my chest. I said again: Do you like me eating this? Do you like his bliss? He said: I do not know. And he threw the drift around my buttocks. I said: Give me your hand. And I took his hand and put it on my back from the pants. I said: Who would you like me to do it tonight? He slowly started rubbing my cream and said: I do not know. Whatever you want. I kissed him. I said: I would like to know if you want Kirmo or not. And I started rubbing her pussy on my shorts. Do you allow it? He said: Do whatever you want. It's yours. I asked: Who is mine? He said: Yes. My whole body is yours. I asked: Would you like me to tear Conto too, my dear? It was twisting with lust in my arms. I asked again: Do you like it? And I took my cream out and put it in my hand. He punched her and started rubbing her from top to bottom. I said: Do you want to eat me too? He asked: How? I pointed at him and asked again: Would you like to eat my dick? He said: I do not know. If you want, yes. I ate it. I said: What are you eating? He said: This. And pressed my back into his fist. I asked again: What? He has a poor name. He said with embarrassment and slowly: This is it. Kirto. I said: Do you like him? He said: Yes. He was blinded by lust. I wanted the same thing. I said: Do you want me to do it every night in your person? Do you like my beautiful woman? That breathless woman said: Yes. I love. its mine. Tonight and every night. I love you my man. You are my husband. I said: I will be naked. And I sat down and started taking off my clothes. Maryam, with a trembling body, sat down and took off her clothes and sat in front of me in shorts and a corset. I said: So what is this? Who threw himself on my chest and took my worm in his fist and said: I would like you to take the rest yourself. And as I was taking off his corset and shorts, he shook his head and put my worm in his mouth. He pulls it out and shakes his head; Then he swallowed it again in his mouth and played with his tongue, with the tip of my worm in his mouth; The way my body was vibrating. I took off her shorts and put Maryam to sleep on my head. I opened her thighs on both sides of my head and put her in my mouth. If the day before had run out of water, it would have been all over now. It was so wet that every time I licked and swallowed the water, it got wet again for a moment. After we ate well, Maryam turned around and slept on my chest and put her breast in my mouth. At the same time, he was playing with Kerem. Now that we were face to face, I just saw that she had put on make-up between my coming and going; If that red-haired father understood! Then, I rolled Maryam and went on her chest. We kissed for a few minutes and licked and bit each other's heads, chest and breasts. Then, I went back to Maryam's thighs and ate some of it. This was the first person in my whole life that I ate from the bottom of my heart. Finally, the moment came when Maryam lifted my breath and put it on her chest. He spread the scent of his lustful breath on my face: Enough. Not with your mouth. And he himself took my hand to my legs and grabbed my back and pulled it to his chin. بکنش. He was pressing my head against his chest. I said: Maryam, it hurts a little! Nalin: Do it. I was in pain. I said again: Maryam, you are in pain for a while! He said: I like my pain. بکن توش. My ship. Do it again. I no longer understood what I was doing. I pulled myself up a little and put my head in the middle of the hole and pulled her thighs up well. There was no need to spit anymore; His body was so watery that he was pulling my worm inside himself. I said: Maryam. Who complains: Beckon is dead. بکن. منو بکن. And I pressed my waist and gently inserted my back into her hole. Maryam's breath stopped. An accountant was in pain; He was biting his lip and his body was stiff; But he still had lust. Because his moans had increased and he was holding my neck in his arms so much that he was pressing his head against himself that he was holding his breath. I kissed and kissed her and now I was pumping hard and hard in her pussy. He moaned and I cried. Maryam's body was small and narrow. Her whole body was stiff and her breasts were trembling in my fist. We hugged each other so tightly, as if we were one body. I wanted to use all kinds of fucking methods and give it a try; But because it was the first time and it hurt, I left it for the next time. There was no sadness, Maryam was mine forever from this moment on. Fell out. I wanted to get up so that the water would not flow into her bag, but Maryam had thrown her thighs so tightly around my waist that I could not, and all the water in her bag emptied and spilled. I was lying on Maryam's chest, wet with sweat and satisfied with her stiff and young body, I was breathing and I could feel the seepage of water in her chest. Contrary to expectations, Maryam was satisfied despite her pain.
