Hello to all dear erotic friends. I am MRF and I want to share with you my most enjoyable memories. Judging by whether this story is true or made up by me, I hope you enjoy reading it anyway.
But my story is about a friend of mine who is 4 years younger than me (I am 24 years old) and it is about two or three years ago, I do not remember exactly. Let's get to the heart of the matter. One day when Hussein (my friend Shafiq) came, we were alone (my parents had traveled with my little brother and that one of my brothers was a soldier, we are a family of five) and no one was home except me. . I had heard something before about Hussein Doodool playing with some of the local children, but I was not sure of anything, so I had to try to see if he was sincere.
The day he came, we said our blood, let's do some martial arts together, because I'm going to kickboxing, maybe it will be 7-8 years old. We struggled together for half an hour, so I don't know if God wanted it to be, it was a part or something, I kicked Ron Hossein Agha white hard. We did, but a quick thought came to my mind that I said now is the time to try it to see if what I heard is true or not, to see if the kids want to ruin someone again or talk to him or not, the story is true. The story I started rubbing on the pants that I once told him you want to apply a pain relieving ointment (for your information, rosemary ointment). At first, he wanted to lift the hem of his pants, but he could not see, and it was there that, in the words of the poet, "Ya Ali, we said and love began, the button on my pants opened." I had not looked at him. The story: We started lubricating and massaging Hussein Agharo's feet, which I told a Yahoo. Bring another one that made me a particle and made it last. Now, Mr. Hussein, we were wearing one of these moms's shirts. I started massaging her shoulders (she gave me a fair massage) to the floor, then I told her I wanted to lubricate your body with almond oil, and she agreed for good skin. I was about to fall out of my lawyer's coat, but I was gaining strength until I looked at Hossein Agha's legs and buttocks. This time I started massaging from the bottom. When I massaged the soles of my feet and the back of my legs and thighs, I reached the sensitive part of the map where I had to take off his shorts. I did not know what the reaction was. Anyway, I told him Hussein. My heart was pounding with a bit of hard massage shorts. He once said to me, "I have to take off my shirt." He shouted and pulled his shorts down. Perhaps if I had not lied, it was one of the most beautiful cones I have ever seen, white, plump, short-haired, and fragrant to me. Let's go to the rest of the story. I started lubricating the buttocks from the bottom of the buttocks. I went to the sides of the cap. I told him to come back and massage his chest and abdomen. Of course, my intention was to say that Kirsh's sacrifice was bigger than mine. I started massaging her breasts. She had amazing breasts. I immediately told her, Hussein Joon, these pomegranate breasts that I saw did not work. I said that you would like me to give you a massage, but a few seconds later he said yes in a certain tone. By now, 50% of the work had been solved. Hussein had become an insect and had allowed me to talk to Kirsh. I took it easy, first I took that completely cracked cock in my hand and played with it, "I have to say that I had become an insect myself," then slowly I started licking it, and finally I was officially sucking on it. Little by little, my hands started to work and I started playing with Hossein Agha Koon Kaplai. I took some of the almond oil that was next to me and started stroking it from the corner that I had not touched. It had a bit of hair, but it was not very soft. You said what are you doing ???? In response, I said that I want to give you a situation, and I want to do something myself. He said, "Go to me, Dad. Property (booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo This custom of friendship that I saw loosened a little, Kirsh was asleep, I saw him talking under his lips, I went closer, I saw that he was cursing those children, but when he saw that I knew everything, he said yes, but I bet I would not do it. I said yes, but in my heart I said I'm not my dad's child if I do not do it today. I started sucking him again, then I told him to lie on his stomach, he said what do you want to do, I said I want to lick your beautiful ass hole, God willing, I tore it, I tore the corner lamp and I brought my face close to the corner line and the first kiss from I took the solash and started sucking and licking it. Maybe I had a quarter of a minute to lick the solakh. I told him I want to do it for you, but once he got up and said, "If we had not agreed, it would not be possible for you to do anything," and I told him, "This is your custom, comrade. I saw a gentleman in the vein of your friendship, and he told me, "Let me do it on two conditions, first, you did not tell anyone, you made me like those comrades, I's second, that whenever I said, 'Finish it, finish it,' I said, 'Okay, darling.' I had so much saliva in the corner that the solakhsh had softened, but to be sure, I rubbed some cream on the solakhsh's tail. I sat down and told him to come and sit down. I usually have a cream that is 15 inches long and about 10 or 9 inches in diameter. When I sat down, without the slightest pressure from me, all of me went to the corner hole with the pressure of my own body weight. Open the hole and let's change our position. I told him to take a dog and I went behind him and with an indescribable pleasure I plunged my back into the hole of Hussein Agha's ass and in the same way I put him in a crouching and lying position and finally I emptied myself into that beautiful Hussein's ass and Finally, I punched him to satisfy him. After this incident, we got together a few more times when Hossein Agha went to military service. And the story of fulfilling our wish is over. I hope you enjoyed reading this story so that I am not ashamed that I took your time. Forgive yourself if you see a misspelling in the text. I love you all.
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