Who is confused by the intensity of the fuck

And sweet to say that most of the sexy movies are in the mood of our story

When I finished my studies, because I was at the end of my service, I started working immediately, and because sex was my job all my life, and except

I had no other fun with this king, my work progressed quickly

I was invited to many big projects and I did not think of anything else but Fridays

I went to my parents' house to see my parents because they are

After me and Shirin Nipple, I had no one else and being very lonely, Shirin once a week

I saw couscous there. Everyone knew about the difference between me and Shirin

But no one knew the reason for this difference. And Shirin… As I said, Shirin was married, but when with the sex of the story? one

Unconscious snooze who later became addicted to water in Iran

I was upset about this because sweet life was falling apart, but I did not realize that she came home crying a few months ago and said that she wanted to get a divorce. Because her husband was addicted, she divorced quickly but did not return home because He was embarrassed, so he bought a house for himself and went there. In April, I sent my parents on a trip to freshen up because my house was an apartment. The empty house was not safe because it was big. I would get up every morning and water Goldonaro and go to work. One day in the evening I was returning home. I stopped the car at the end of the alley and went and opened the door of the house when I saw that it was the sweet car of the house. Was. I opened the door and I went and saw that he was sweeping: Hello, Ms. Doctor. Eurolmison! I told you, where are you here, where did he say that he missed me? I saw that he also made food and gas, but I did not know about lunch or dinner. Until I sat down, he came and opened the table. I said, "What did he say? I'm afraid. Please come with me, but I objected. Then I got up a few times and went to Shirin's house together. It was evening again. It was full of various questions. There was a lot of sweet house on the way and we did not say a word on the way and I was just smoking one after another! We arrived at Shirino's house and went upstairs. Shirin guided me to the reception and I went and sat on a sofa. Shirin first went to the recording and opened a song by Bijan Mortazavi: That he loves you گرفت ..) He went to another room where he changed his clothes and after a few moments he came with a white swing and shorts and sat next to me (no one knew he loved my black and white color) he came and sat on my sofa and said Bijan Joon I can ask you a question. I said, "Come on." He said, "Why did you leave that day? Why did you not come back?" I turned to him and said, "Didn't you want to?" I threw it and threw it in a corner. He was still looking into my eyes. For a moment I got so angry that I wanted to grab his arms and throw him into a corner, but I controlled myself and instead I was pushing the handle of the sofa and I was getting up. Another slap… The slaps became more and more. . I was in love with you… (My song had reached here: Why did you say that I dreamed of your love in simplicity / Why I was the most in love, I did not see you in love / Wow, I saw a disturbing dream in your dream / That I even wished I would never see you…) Shirin had put her head on my shoulder and was crying like that, and she was sobbing softly: "We are Sunni. We were swearing now. She was sweet and I was Farhad, but I, who was the same Bijan, might have been saved!" I said to him, then why did you marry that cove? He said that he had been crying unconsciously day and night. I felt guilty for you. I married that idiot who might forget you, but alas, he did not have any of your feelings. I just got to know you by marrying him …… .. She was crying, but I was sitting without any movement. I also wanted to cry, but it had been a few years since my tears had dried. I put my hand on her sweet shoulder. He raised his head and looked at me. In a moment, I felt his lips on my lips. While he was crying, he was kissing me. The taste of honey. He was so hungry that he did not have a chance to breathe properly. At the same time, he started to unbutton my shirt. He took off my shirt and threw it in a corner of Rome. He pulled down and came to me again. This time he unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants out of my leg. He came to me and Kir set my half-sleep with his paradise door and started to go up and down. During all this time, I did not have the slightest movement. Shirin had reached orgasm several times until I remembered the water. I almost wanted to get up from the room, but he hugged me so close that my neck was about to break. And he kissed me a little on the neck. After a few minutes, Shirin fell asleep, I hugged him, took him to his bedroom, put him on the bed, and pulled a thin sheet over his naked body.
Iron to hit me in the air. The rain had just stopped and the weather was great. I took a few deep breaths and took the drawing board out of the car with my pen. I went in. I went to the bedroom and saw Shirin sleeping. Rose photos were in the movie Titanic, but my sweet one with those round and relatively large breasts with a small pink tip and white body and a jump with long black hair that even the black wig of the night could not reach was a hundred times more beautiful It was made of roses, I took a picture of it and put it on an open table. I came out of the house, turned on the car and knocked. It was 2 o'clock at night. I said I would definitely find it here, otherwise I would drive to the police station myself. When I arrived at the Marble Hotel, I saw an old man with a tin that had lit a fire. I said Marboro, he said yes, I said yes, then give me a box, he glanced at me in surprise and said I have no more than 4 packs. I opened the balcony and put a stool under my feet. I smoked and threw it until morning. I went on the sidewalk in the morning and bought bread. When I came back, Shirin woke up. After eating a sweet breakfast, he jumped in my arms again, thanked me for the whole photo, and sex started on my lips. This time, I was with him, and our love affair was two-sided. We came out together and I went to Shahgoli. We walked hand in hand around the pool and shared our memories and events of these few years, you may not believe it, but we were spinning around 50 rounds of the pool and we fell in love more by the second. The air was getting darker and darker. Let's eat and come back. We had reached our house. The cherry and cherry trees in the yard with white blossoms and their faces were ducks swimming together in the pool in the middle of the yard, and the bed under the walnut tree invited us to make love again …… PN: Thank you to all the friends who encouraged me with their comments. I was all afraid that some people would not like it and swear at me تا. I would really like you to tell me in your comments about the style of writing and filling the ballot with other currents.