Butt to Bashir

Hello, this is the first time I want to write a story. I am now in the third decade of my life. This story is almost twenty years ago. At that time I was ten years old. It was a summer vacation. Atari, Micro and Sega had just arrived. I also loved playing with these devices. I took whatever money I had in my pocket, I went to play. Playing, I was a beautiful child, too, with big eyes and relatively long eyelashes. There is a condition, I said what condition did he say I should see Kirto and I should see your Kirto, he was somehow preparing me and I said a little and I accepted, he said let this game end, there is no one else, when he leaves, I will close the door and you Play and I will play with Kirt, the previous person's turn is over and I quickly went behind the machineBashir also went and closed the door and came to me, pulled my pants down and pulled my pants down. Oh my God, Kirsh was almost three times my Kirsh. I was holding his hand and I was pushing him back and forth. He said that he would love you. I fell asleep, my ass was white, and I went upstairs. He came and slept on my back and had fun. I did not like my coward, who did not like me now. After about XNUMX minutes of pumping Yahoo, my feet got wet and the water was hot. Water, but when it came out of me, I really enjoyed it. After that, I gave it to him in the same way for two or three more days on different days, untilAlmost now, despite being in the bus and subway for thirty-one years, someone is easily happy with me. There should be a place and it should be in Tehran too, and my little one is small and small. My little one wrote I love the little girl